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?
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Author Notes
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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