Another poem that came from a Reading as a Writer exercise, this one on sonnets.
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She refused to marry the wizard
And so was cursed to a hideous form,
Her castle trapped in an eternal blizzard
Isolated and alone, left to mourn.
Should she have given in and married him?
Leaving all her subjects to his mercy.
Or run away, escape a fate so grim,
That makes her wait years for someone worthy.
But in her new form she now resides
Her curse secure, her fate undone.
In her crumbling castle she stays and hides,
Forgetting the warmth of the rising sun.
Doomed now to beast-like thinking
Her human personality has started sinking.
Scribbled Thoughts 