Well here we are again. This is the fourth time my school has made me do a poem, this one is a Petrarchan sonnet. Now the original requirement for this one, just like the Shakespearean sonnet was that it had to be about love of some kind and well… i completely forgot that and didn’t remember it until i finished this sonnet… But i loved it so much that i wanted my teacher to see it anyways, and i still got a 100 on it, but i’ll be correcting that mistake and making one themed about love soon.
Here are the previous poems my school had me do.
the first one, which was supposed to be anything that came to mind. (the final version is 4 posts down)
the second one, which was supposed to be a Villanelle.
and the third one, which was supposed to be a Shakespearean sonnet about any kind of love.
And now that that’s out of the way here is my Petrarchan sonnet.
A Precedent of Disgrace.
The will of the prophets, the Arbiter.
A position of power and honor.
Abused by heretics and dishonored.
Now brings death to clan as its harbinger.
A center of heresies orbiters.
All of which are now ready for slaughter.
The will of the prophets, now a monster.
Under the sacred rank of Arbiter.
Fal 'Chavamee offends our covenant.
Sacriliging the great journey a lie.
The hierarchics now demand punishment.
'Chavamee, the Arbiter, will now die.
The rank of Arbiter is now defaced.
Given to heretics, marked a disgrace.