Thursday, 8 December 2011

A possibility

Final Destination
When France encamped the British sea 
With mighty waves of fearsome drills
Some did think to surrender a-quick 
But others did hope in Wellington’s skill.

Or when Poor Jacob was deceitfully tricked
By his Father in law to be - He worked intensely 
All the more - to gain his bride which began his charge.

Or when Bewolf that fearful beast at last
Did have a redeeming chance 
To end his life a faithful King 
Did overcome the temptation which made him ill.

Fresh courage in all this I take
A hope to keep and rest my head - 
That though my love denies me now
The future shines because the sun still rise.


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