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.
