Her grave-stone sits atop a graceful hill—
her screams are shrill on nights of chilly dark.
By day, a lark might perch and peck its fill;
by night, her will is wroth to smite its mark.
Our Melanie’s within that keening howl.
She's on the prowl, his skin beneath her nails.
Her rape unveils her fate to haunt and growl;
her parents cowl their shame for why she wails.
The monster found his prize between her thighs—
Her helpless cries ignored by those who knew
her claims were true of madness in his eyes.
Their guilty sighs can never pay what's due.
Her grave-stone sits atop a mound of rage—
This vengeful hate she shrieks will never age.
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WREATHED SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET:
~A sonnet with the rhyme scheme: ababcdcdefefgg
~In addition, there must be a perfect rhyming echo within each of the three quatrains.
~These rhyming echoes become "wreathed" to the end-rhyme above them.
~The rhyming echoes should always occur in each line's fourth syllable.
~There should be no "wreathed" rhyming echo in lines 5, 9, 13, and 14.
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