For the bard...

Shall I compare thee to a vixen
and I to a relentless hound
together engaged in a battle of wills
to others this passion astounds
This lover in his frustration so pines
but the vixen is loath to relent
toying with the warm lovers heart
with this sole emotion she moves content
Pity, the vixen doth not realize
that the hound shall forever endure
Nor ever lose sight of his comely prey
until time shall pass no more

The End

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