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Sonnet: Repent Walpurgis
(or 'Once a king, always a
king – once a knight is enough!')
A slow and distant sounding of a drum
crooked creatures in a broomstick flight
on witch and aircraft alike. Out they come
for the great gathering, the rite of spring, Walpurgis
Night:
As they fly majestic chords are heard,
each feathered friend flees to their cage,
if an air lane should be crossed by bird
(or fowl play) could easily a witch enrage.
The Brocken on the radar is in sight,
the witches with a sudden hunch stop their flight.
There Princess Walpurgis the fairest of maids
plays a Bach-like harp aloud and saintly.
Out the window of a Tower, she has flung her braids
and in a three-fold climax the witches join in, a little
less than faintly
and since witches are not heaven sent
Walpurgis feels she has nothing to repent!
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