Sonnet XIX: The Fiends Afoot

©2019, Olan L. Smith

Attack the czar that stirs the angry soul

Decry deceitful mouths that riles the crowd,

Enfold embolden hearts to help the whole,

And not the folks who split, and disavowed

The truth before your eyes, a crime's allure?

Defer your heart, and near the seraphim,

Escort the good of mind. Avoid his lure

And they forswear an oath to Cherubim

Who peal. The door's ajar the Fiend's afoot

You hear his bitter words of hate entwine

To slash and burn the fruit, to rob the root

To kill the tree of life. God's, words divine

   Deployed in Grace and logic's face, behold!

   A man who sows his rotted seeds threefold.