(Iambic Pentameter)
What happened to the lady of the lake?
Skin of ice, hair of gold, and eyes of fire.
Her heart cleave’ed in twain by an oak stake.
Townsfolk found her secret of the vampire,
Doing such they did not fix their problem,
Her love only became engulfed in rage.
Secretly he brought her back to haunt them.
Lost and trapp’ed in an internal cage.
Skin, glassy green, hair of ash, eyes of fog.
Her love, fearing what he made, took his life.
Her horrifying shriek is like a hog’s.
Endlessly she chases wielding a knife.
Forever more, her soul will be broken
Forever be trapp’ed in Lake Frozen.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
(Iambic Pentameter)
What happened to the lady of the lake?
Skin of ice, hair of gold, and eyes of fire.
Her heart cleave’ed in twain by an oak stake.
Townsfolk found her secret of the vampire,
Doing such they did not fix their problem,
Her love only became engulfed in rage.
Secretly he brought her back to haunt them.
Lost and trapp’ed in an internal cage.
Skin, glassy green, hair of ash, eyes of fog.
Her love, fearing what he made, took his life.
Her horrifying shriek is like a hog’s.
Endlessly she chases wielding a knife.
Forever more, her soul will be broken
Forever be trapp’ed in Lake Frozen.
This came from a class project to write in iambic pentameter.
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