What cantankerous malady that doth beseech;
To turn my Brown eyes such vicious Green.
No further shame than I can teach;
And in such unbecoming ways be seen.
Doth the villainous L. have some device?
With this foolish heart of mine;
Will untameable fluttering not suffice?
Nor in steady beat Align.
I fear you have awakened the caged beast;
I fear it must be downed;
Let such a ruinous endeavour in this day cease;
And uttereth not a sound.

These sternest warnings doth my mind decry,
Yet in thy presence, dare to sigh.

Sonneteer Delgarth Temperley (Bladesinger)

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Sarapin, in the year 390 AF.