Fret, Dare Not

Which solitude, foul storm has stolen thine fyr?
We spoke of the devil which lived as lily'th.
Thy eyes must seek the truth, settle not in less sire,
Thus, witness the desired atonement for the deed.

Which ancient tree you spoke of, then left in dark?
How paths in unity came as so distant?
Before thou know'st silence, you mastered the art,
To me, th' bloody instructor, your vessel possess not. 

Ashore thy sail must be, in a sea that will devour thee,
Lo, neither Tethys chose this sea, nor Astraeus spoke of.
Even further, 'tis false, Helios as no daughter alike she,
But a nosebleed can deceive, daughter of Nyx in prow.

I know of thee, thine heart and thine soul's glee,
An ancient tree 'twas, 'gainst my cold bones it prick'd;
"So let me sail this eager sea, if a wreck awaits, not let it be"
Now I behold thine glamorous ship, boulder the deck.

Thou promis'd a bond, no tide can wash entire,
Yet, alas, no tide it was, you still let rot consume.
For a weary while, I let you bestow into fancy pyre,
Now that it hath costed thee a limb, I must prune.

Remember the horror I never promis'd, harpy hare,
You have buried my child, from nurture, his wit thou sealed.
Those are not beats but cursed repercussions to thee,
Set him free, before I set you in fire with maddening fret.

Let his blood be for him, pull away your teeth,
From his veins, lay away your venomous tongue.
Fie, if thou dare not, 'twill be cut, I forewarn a sea,
Before I drown it with a famine coming upon.

Shall this be delivered to both,
A phrenzy past the bit is now out of sloth.

Yazar

Mustafa Umut Horoz