She sits beside the pond, in deep despair,
Where once the two would stroll as Man and Wife.
But severed was their love by his affair,
With wounds to be repaid by his own knife.
She knew her rage would win before she followed,
The knife gripped tight and ready as he kissed her.
But what the night revealed could not be swallowed,
When, in her husband's arms, she saw her sister.
The blade was in before a thought could catch,
The cobbled streets ran red with every slash.
And when her sister begged, she struck the match,
To watch her burning body turn to ash.
And now, he rests where first the two did bond,
In pieces, at the bottom of their pond.
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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. |
