This was another attempt to write SCA poetry. (I was wondering if I could ever manage to produce something good enough for a Renaissance bardic competition.) It is written in a Shakespearean sonnet format, but the language is somewhat overly melodramatic. (For a bardic performance, that might not be such a bad thing.)
Cupid’s Arrow, by Anneliese Kvamme
The hunter creeping softly in the night,
For what does darkness paint with beauty rare,
Is common in the all-revealing light.
Keep safe thy virtue, hide thy beauty well,
From roguish men who with a flourish bow.
Behind their molded visage, who can tell
What thoughts unscrupled minds might well allow?
Trust not the words which cause thy soul to sigh,
Delivered by a servant’s hand or friend.
For deeds in secret done, in darkness lie,
Foretelling shame and sorrow in the end.
Guard well thine maiden honor and thy heart,
For Cupid’s arrow is a poisoned dart.