Under Beyond

My attempt at a Sonnet

                                Under Beyond

Sometimes beneath coals I stir

Wether its truly blue of minds?

The time draws near, silken Lines

If I would but deny my heart concur

What was or what were dear sir?

Shapely mass form of signs

Carefully, the struggle darkley binds

it is my nature to be sincere

Taste the octave which ends badly

Dash to the punch line serve resolution

Defend and free myself to see the conclusion

Give me credit my murky sight

One day clear, and see light.

 

 

Author's Note

abb aa bb acdcd ee - this is my mixture of spenseran and shakespearean sonnet form. What do you think of this? And what can I improve on. If something doesn't make sense please tell me.