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Contest Entry (Italian Sonnet)

A chapter in the book My Book of Favored Sonnets


by Dawn of Tomorrow

Fatigued, she's trapped within his fear-built walls.
A bleeding gloom has forced her mind to dwell
with evil’s stench straight from the pit of hell.
She begs his favor, on her knees she crawls,
but laughter echoes through frenetic halls.
No mercy’s found, just eyes that ever quell
the drive to freedom from her captor’s cell.
Release me please, upon her heart she scrawls.

Be swift now Lord, I know ‘tis in Your hands
and that Your light from heaven will soon shine,
for Lord my body weakens with each dawn.
“Away thee death!” An angel’s voice commands.
“Rise bravely, child, my power now is thine.”
With might-filled sword her breakout door is drawn.


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An Italian sonnet is composed of an octave or 8 line stanza, rhyming abbaabba (poses a question or dilemma), and a sestet (6 lines) with a resolution and rhyming cdecde (here) or cdcdcd, or in some variant pattern, but with no closing couplet.
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