Day 33:

August 2-A sonnet was submitted to a writing contest. iambic pentameter.  abab, cdcd, efef, gg 

Sonnet

What be thine own Fantasy?

I ask, so What be thine own Fantasy?

Enchanted Isles? Or rampant castle knights?

Tis maidens in peril from treachery?

Or vampires and were-beasts in such brute fights?

Or dost thou bringst romance truly divine?

Perhaps adventure with benevolence

Or quests thou hast sought for such a sign.

Perhaps fighting beasts so omnipotent

That powerful artifacts tis can heal

A wounded soul thus beaten by the beast

Or thieves driven from poverty to steal

Or time of solstice for slavery ceased.

The music, so infinite as words do

From fact, memory, legend, myth tis true.