Twisting - tangible all within
my grasp . . .
Mystical - just a mere lisp of a word . . .
Captured - beheld such liken to a clasp . . .
Never such a beautiful sound like bard . . .
Harken - yee cometh into my strong arms . . .
I yiven you gifts - and bestow yee more . . .
Cometh ma leof - I will seeth yee no harms . . .
Oust thy sorrow - cometh in clos’ the door . . .
Settled ma lass - I mea’ yee no alarm . . .
Oft fine table - for you - all yee can eat . . .
I yiveth all - In yiveth my most smarm . . .
Settle ma lass – I yiveth yee na gleet . . .
Once nigt’ waned - the lass were quite settled . . .
Layeth forth - lass - cometh yiveth yee metal . . .
a - bb - a c - dd - c e - ff- e gg . . .
10 syllable’s per line . . .
The last and only “Sonnet” to be written by me . . .
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Indiana Shaw . . . : )
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