By night I walk these streets in silent rage,
where once I strolled in sunlight’s lazy glow.
Perpetual, this scene, my gruesome cage
condemns me now to seek my murd’rous foe.
They fled, the hooded fiends, into the rain.
My naked body, pulsing life away.
Too late, you called my name. It was in vain.
Yet retribution means to have its day.
I felt your gentle kiss upon my brow
while dying in your arms. You cried and prayed.
Too frail to tell my story, I yet vowed,
they’ll have no peace until a price is paid.
I’ll walk these streets until revenge is spent,
The gift of time is mine, for sinners, lent.
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| Writing Prompt |
*This contest brought to you by The Little Workshop of Horrors club*
There are many types of sonnets with many rules and rhyme schemes. You are allowed to construct any type of sonnet you wish, as long as its format is listed somewhere within the post for voters to see.
Contest Parameters:
---Must be dark-themed.
---No puppies or unicorns (or their gentle, fluffy ilk) unless they are possessed, evil, rabid, undead, in advanced stages of decay, used as food, or the victims of violence.
---All sonnets require iambic pentameter; do the best you can. |
