This is a sonnet for English class, since my teacher said we had to write one or write an essay about one. Please R&R so I know if this should be the final draft. Criticism and comments welcomed.

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A weapon concealed, a scythe to wield,

Two make the Death, five the everlast light.

An angel, Echo, a fury fire seal,

The death of empty war with unseen might.

A hero stands among the holy five,

Justice he holds first, the perfect soldier.

Whom am I to ask him to take a dive;

To step down from that throne, to be so bold.

Now time nay fade thy chestnut colored hair,

Nor take thy comical wit from within.

Do I dare ask what hath been the snare?

Perhaps, a secret once known now hidden?

What tis the cause behind this heinous act?

One such I shall never know the true fact.