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It's ironic, I think, the nature entailed,
The wrath endowed by only your presence;
Many jovial youth too soon curtailed,
Under reign of your dubious essence;

But yours is a reign so oft desired,
While kingdoms of yore fell slain by mankind;
Sown too deep are the delusions you've sired,
And too deep the unseemly woes we find;

Why then, I wonder, is your wrath incurred?
And from which veneer is your truth revealed?
For whose sake are many a youth interred?
And a demagogue so fondly revered?

Well perhaps our fondness for irony,
Has given life to you and you to me.





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Mckay This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 8, 2013 at 4:21 pm
Very professional. I admire this sonnet. 
 
SaphiraBrightscales This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 20, 2013 at 5:02 am
Real cool vocab, and the last two lines: EPIC!
 
Milo! said...
Mar. 14, 2010 at 6:37 pm
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
 
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