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I've decided to make a poem...
This poem is in Sheakespearean Sonnet. It has 14 lines. Every line has exactly ten syllables, the meter is stressed and unstressed (Iambic pentameter), the rhyme scheme is what follows: ababacdcdefefgg
Note on the poem: If you have not watched episode 25 of Fullmetal Alchemist, this is going to have a major spoiler for you.
So...I like making sonnets...even though it takes time especially since you have to have exactly 10 syllables...O_o
This poem is in Sheakespearean Sonnet. It has 14 lines. Every line has exactly ten syllables, the meter is stressed and unstressed (Iambic pentameter), the rhyme scheme is what follows: ababacdcdefefgg
Note on the poem: If you have not watched episode 25 of Fullmetal Alchemist, this is going to have a major spoiler for you.
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The city?s dim light shows the bloody scene
The man who loved his daughter and his wife,
Lies now on the ground sadly and not seen.
The thing that passes in his eyes is life,
One shot that lodged into his bloody chest
Out from Envy?s powers he was deceived
The image of his wife?to not kill lest
Death shall come now and he must have received
As he looked up at the tree?s dark green leaves
His own eyes closed and as he breathed his last
The tragic end as life stops its great weaves
For now he must abandon his own past
From the next day to the early sun?s morn,
No one is ever glad for we must mourn.
The city?s dim light shows the bloody scene
The man who loved his daughter and his wife,
Lies now on the ground sadly and not seen.
The thing that passes in his eyes is life,
One shot that lodged into his bloody chest
Out from Envy?s powers he was deceived
The image of his wife?to not kill lest
Death shall come now and he must have received
As he looked up at the tree?s dark green leaves
His own eyes closed and as he breathed his last
The tragic end as life stops its great weaves
For now he must abandon his own past
From the next day to the early sun?s morn,
No one is ever glad for we must mourn.
So...I like making sonnets...even though it takes time especially since you have to have exactly 10 syllables...O_o
Spoiler: The spoiler...
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