Cold, rusted chains wrapped around the two.
Their company is stone.
Nothing to say, nothing to do,
together they're alone.
Shadows dance on the cave wall;
the only thing they know.
Some walk, some are still and some crawl
as something behind them glows.
The chains drop and they're free at last,
looking suddenly behind
to the place from which the shadows were cast.
"Could this all have been a lie?"
They look at the people and look at the flames,
until they feel the world's greatest pain.
That last line, "until they feel the world's greatest paint" I really like that. Your words illustrate the theme very well. I like your simplicity of your blog. How are you going to study for the final?
ReplyDeleteThe first thing I noticed was that the white background and grey text give a cold feeling that go perfect with your first line. The structure of the sonnet matches the definition.
ReplyDeleteI like the simple industrial feel of your blog
What are your plans preparing for the essay final?
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