This is my ode in the form of a Shakespearean sonnet. It is not perfect, nor am I, nor is humankind. I hope you like it.
Decade of Hope
Decade of Hope
Old
Camelot is born again; ere flee,
The
dynasty returns—and Arthur, King!
Exalt,
ye generation young, and see
The
meek receive the earth and freedom ring.
He guides us through a dark and daunting night,
As
all this mortal coil lies in fear:
The
haunting shadows cast by atom bombs
Sit
heavy on the kingdom’s peace of mind.
Shots—Treason!—Is he gone?—The king is dead!
The
nation plunges into mourning; how
Can
one breath’s moment bring thee down with lead?
All
hope is passed—it’s dealt a fatal blow.
Old
Camelot is gone again; O muse!
Why
dost thou pull this time-worn martyr’s ruse?
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