As if you had the force to back your threats,
You stammer on, less strong, but no less cruel.
Our fears, our losses, pain, and our regrets,
You rip them from our hearts for evil fuel.
So armed, these twisted, stolen barbs you fling.
You show disdain for life with reckless aim
You seek to cut us down with painful sting,
and lure us into playing your damned game.
You hamstrung villain, crushed by kingly foot,
How dare you mock our costly purchased hope?
The Nazarene stayed not where he was put.
You fail to grasp this failing and its scope.
You mocking voice, now you receive the taunt,
You, Death, are now life’s everlasting haunt.
sonnets have 180 syllables just fyi, this only has 142.
Erin, thanks for reading!
Not to bicker, but I was under the impression that 14 lines of ten syllables each was a fairly accepted sonnet form, which would of course be 140 total. If you can point me towards a source that would say otherwise, I’d gladly study it, but my cursory search on the web confirms by thinking.
I don’t know where your count was with the two extra syllables, but in this sonnet I have three words in which the past “-ed” suffix is more like a half syllable, and I counted those words as if single syllables. Thus, the lines containing “armed” “damned”, and “crushed” all could, I suppose, be counted as having an extra syllable, but have ten in my reckoning.