714. My name now echoes far through hill and glen,

SONNET 714
By JH Sayyar
My name now echoes far through hill and glen,
A whisper turned to thunder in the skies;
Where once I walked unknown by gods or men,
Now all the stars reflect me in their eyes.
The winds repeat my deeds from shore to shore,
And time itself records my fleeting flame;
Each triumph carved in stone forevermore,
Each shadow brightened by the sound of name.
Yet fame, a fickle mistress, loves to flee,
Her kiss as cold as moonlight on the sea—
She crowns the brow, turns to mock the throne,
Leaving the heart to rule itself alone.

So let them chant my glory while they may,
I do seek the truth that will not fade away