Hello everyone~ This is a Shakespearean sonnet about Hetaoni, and this all takes place from Italy's P.O.V. This is the first time that I have ever made a sonnet, but feel free to comment and critique~
How long have I been in this place again?
It has become too hard to find that fact.
Sadly, that was how it all had began.
And it was because of what I lacked.
My friends had all fallen in front of me.
I was a coward and would not fight back.
They did it so I could leave here safely.
And death was their price for what I would lack.
But I shall turn back the hands of the clock.
And I shall start time all over again.
I shall make sure that they undo the lock.
And so im sorry my dear and sweet friends.
But the time has come for me to fall too.
Even though I wanted to go with you.