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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 12:28 am
(this is a formal sonnet, iambic pentameter, 14 lines, rhyme scheme abababcc- abdabd)
Sonnet for Halloween
There comes around a certain time of year
When night comes early and leaves are wind-blown.
Then sights beyond all normal sense appear:
Fey spirits romp, witches fly and ghouls moan.
Why do such creatures fill us with chill fear?
Why do we stand in dread of the unknown?
Perhaps what threatens us is not dark arts,
But that dark swelling within our own hearts.
Which prospect truly is more bleak and drear:
To stand in moonlit graveyards all alone,
A haunted eerie uninviting place;
Or, inward looking, see horrors more near,
malice, evil and shadows all our own?
We are the monsters we dread most to face.
(c) beaulolais 2007
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it's in the arena!
http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/poetry-and-lyrics/vote/?entry_id=100149325
please visit and encourage me!
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 4:41 am
hmmmm....
hardly overwhelmed with responses, ne?
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 8:14 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 11:06 am
argh! i had some fiction posted here, but Why Not is so huge, it got lost and now i can't find it! 
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