Sonnet of Literature.

So I wrote this for an English assignment, mhm yep.

Tis she, alone with every hour passed.
Alone, besides the knights within pages
And the pirates with their loud cannon blast,
Echoing without cease throughout ages.
The silent air, ruined by turning leafs
And sighs from dead lungs of the heartbroken.
Tis the setting of her greatest relief,
The place in which her soul is awoken.
Leather bound stories would whisk her away
To the safe haven in which she would crave.
The place where people would never betray,
The abode where she felt nothing but brave.
Tis she, alone with every day that turns,
Besides the fiction that makes her eyes burn.

Reviews

[Tamia123]

I can relate to this so much because when I read a book I give myself completely over to it and just feel every word. This describes the emotions so well! Great job!

[Wolfwind Words]

Long nights with the good book, ya just can't put down. This was well written as well as full of great imagery and a great ending. Fantastic Ink!

Wolfie