| Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted November 3, 2013 |
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The Prince
by kiwisteveh
Enrobed in dusky black, I slip unseen Amongst you, softly brush the cheek of those Who are my chosen subjects, bid them come. And some, in dreams, who feel my shadow fall Cry out to gods for help; to no avail, For none may 'scape my court. I gently pluck A promise unfulfilled, a gift yet wrapped, Who's still to drink the wonders of the world; A maiden, pure of heart, no more immune Than crusty greybeard drooling in his chair. Both saints and sinners, Caesar and his slave, Fall humbly silent, awed before my throne. And you, how will you greet that fateful hour When I, the Prince of Death, display my power? |
Blank Verse Poetry Contest contest entry
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I have used a rhyming couplet for my last two lines. This is a device commonly used by Shakespeare and others to signal the end of a scene or 'section' of blank verse.
Although this is sonnet length (14 lines) and has some sonnet characteristics, it is not intended to be a sonnet.
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