Upon this marshy land, I lay my sword
And offer up a prayer for those who fight.
I lived with love but found no true accord
And so surrender with my punctured sight.
The tales are false: the dragon doesn't die -
His flames will burn and penetrate your shield.
The silhouette of wings will shroud the sky
And force all those below to fall or yield.
With armour donned and sitting on your steed,
You go to war with confidence and hope;
But as you wield your axe, you fail to see
The enemy has crossed your shallow moat.
Prepare for rusty spears and broken bows;
No knight has ever faced a greater foe.
You've written a few poems now about dragons if I am correct so I wonder if you have been watching movies or perhaps playing some games with you children? I know I have become slightly hooked on the " How to Train your Dragon" movies over the last year (forced to watch more TV due to Covid haha!)
Anyway, I did really like this verse but, it was a sonnet after all so don't expect a trumpet fanfare from me :) The story made up for that though. I will give you that much :)
The tales are false: the dragon doesn't die
The word doesn't mad me stumble slightly in this line...I would have gone for didn't...not sure why, just sounds better to my ear. Anyway, Loved it....
a sonnet eh, are you sure you're not straying outside your comfort zone? :)
A love sonnet is a beautiful thing, but i can see this is not a sweet fist love thing, not even a lust thing. No, it is a, oh my god, this love thing hurts when it goes wrong! So, what to do? We build protections, we try and save ourselves from getting heart broken. We build walls and sit there, triumphant in the knowledge that we are safe, heart intact and, sadly, alone!
As always, your work, especially with sonnets, is outstanding.