A wing! a wing! My sonnet for Anklewings!
Username: Knerd
Title: To Dream of Puck
Sonnet:
The summer sun is melting through the hills
Appearing red and gold. To my delight
It's graceful rays, within my heart, instills
The mythic fancy of that winged sprite
Called Puck. His knaveish ways of long ago
Remind me of a raucous summer breeze.
Bestir my hair and leave me reft with woe:
He left no peace, the maidens he would tease.
I see no harm in laying down my crown
To sleep beneath the oak tree's lissom boughs,
For Puck has long since left thy modern towne
To sail on dreams and mystic rev'rie prows.

Poor Puck is now a wish of summer nights,
Below the city sky and starry lights.



I could have used another night to work the kinks out, but I wanted to be sure I got this in on time. :yes:

Edited:
Fixed some of my spelling. :oops: