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ANG: Inspired by The Bringer of Good Cheer, I'm writing a sonnet! Maybe multiple sonnets! All dedicated to...Soul Calibur II! Yes! My first one is from the point of view of Miss Isabella Valentine. Now, for those who don't know, a sonnet uses iambic pentameter, and the rhyme scheme goes, a, b, a, b, c, d, c, d, e, f, e, f, g, g. That's the basics of a sonnet. Now, start the fic! This will probably change in rating, due to themes of suicide and murder.
Sonnet One: Ivy
The death of my father, deserved it was,
I spit on his grave as I pass it by.
I look beyond the sky simply because,
A small part of me wants to sit and cry.
Soul Edge was his undoing, but not mine,
He rots in the grave because of his greed.
I wonder if my moving blade is crime,
I know that I am his living seed.
He haunts my dreams so I will not just sleep,
He wants me to follow him in to his hell.
I wake up at two and lay there to weep,
I walk down the lane and head to the well.
He looks down upon me, he appears glad.
Soon I'll be down there to join you, my dad.
ANG: Told you it's heavy stuff. Anyway, tell me if it sucks, but tell me how I can make it better. Thank you! No flames, or you shall fuel Cervantes' rage or Roy's blade! The next one shall be...KILIK! yes
BC: Why Kilik? He's my character!
ANG: I know, Bushido, I know.