A/N: Poems into Stories Competition – Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous time, William Shakespeare. War-verse once again. :D
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173. The Siblings Hope and Fear
Hope is the dawdler; fear is always quick to come and strike
the hearts of man, through their flimsy cloaks
that hope later reduces to ash.
They are an interesting pair: toying with the feeble chests
of mankind, and yet they remain forever slave to those rotten ways,
too weak to break those bonds, too strong to admit how they fall
before the dance they do together.
If hope was truly good, she would come swiftly and spare that fear
but she is too much a friend of fear
to do it; they have to fight the war with fear before they can drag her out
to spare him, and thus be spared themselves.