I wrote a sonnet a while ago for school, I hope it's suitable to post it here.
(The title isn't the number 5 in Roman numerals, it's the letter V)
V
Are we the saviour of this folk and land?
Are we the final thread of sanity?
We are, and hold the last of truth in hand,
Our words and actions yield new dynasty.
The spark of change, the revolution's wave
That starts the tide; the people are its flood.
A right to lead belongs sole' to the brave;
New hands will trace the shape of truth in blood.
Although our blades may glow with ruby fire,
And rampant wildcat flames do scorch the Earth
We fight to save our selves, not vent our ire
And prove to fallen masters our new worth.
When all is quiet aft' the night of war
Then we shall be at peace forevermore.
(The title isn't the number 5 in Roman numerals, it's the letter V)
V
Are we the saviour of this folk and land?
Are we the final thread of sanity?
We are, and hold the last of truth in hand,
Our words and actions yield new dynasty.
The spark of change, the revolution's wave
That starts the tide; the people are its flood.
A right to lead belongs sole' to the brave;
New hands will trace the shape of truth in blood.
Although our blades may glow with ruby fire,
And rampant wildcat flames do scorch the Earth
We fight to save our selves, not vent our ire
And prove to fallen masters our new worth.
When all is quiet aft' the night of war
Then we shall be at peace forevermore.