ThunderStorm (Ottava Rima)

Knives surrounding my every thought
As the rain pounds against my solemn dreams
There's a thunderstorm inside my heart
Where blood flows freely down my streams
Shredding my dwindling soul apart
Ripping, tearing at the endless seams
Bringing shock to my system of motions
Paralyzing inner defiant emotions

Rivals between thunder and lightning
Echoing within a hollow, shallow mind
Lashing at each other till their ending
When one defeats the other side
Bringing another string of decaying
An uncivil rising and descending tide
A graveyard underneath the power
Where the shadows wait to devour

Darkness and light begins to gamble
For the right of death and forever pain
Testing to see who is the most able
Without being consumed till insane
Drenched in sweat, seen as pitiable
Neither side has lost or gain
All this lies within my very soul
This era inside of lost control
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Ottava Rima is a poem where the stanzas consist of eight
lines each. Each line has a ten -or- eleven syllable count.
The rhyming scheme for Ottava Rima is as follows:

abababcc
dededeff
ghghghii
.. And so on for as many stanzas as you wish.