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Post by ARSmith ((Wolfeh)) on Nov 10, 2010 21:06:28 GMT -5
Sonnet of the Night
I dare not deny thy night as a beast Whose gaping maw hath devoured my sky In the blackness it so generously distributes As far as thine eye can see. Although its many twinkling spots glow Its single shining eye creeps Unblinkingly across the abyss In which it hath created. If the night is no beast, Then I am certain the sun hath no shine.
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Post by Kaez on Nov 10, 2010 21:19:26 GMT -5
(( Get rid of the apostrophes in the 'its'! That's for contraction only, not possessive. ))
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Post by ARSmith ((Wolfeh)) on Nov 10, 2010 21:19:57 GMT -5
(( Get rid of the apostrophes in the 'its'! That's for contraction only, not possessive. )) (( Thank you... xD Fixed. ))
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Post by Bloodeye the Bai Ze on Nov 10, 2010 23:26:36 GMT -5
(( Puts poem up on the fridge.))
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Post by ARSmith ((Wolfeh)) on Nov 11, 2010 20:45:34 GMT -5
(( Wait a minute. I fucked up big time. This wasn't the sonnet I intended. A sonnet is 14 lines. I thought I counted 14. >< ))
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