Week 5

...ish. Okay, I'm really late, but when the muse leaves, the muse leaves. Maybe I'll toss out a few early ones and make up the weeks, heh. Anyway, this is called a Minute Poem which is a rhyming piece of iambic pentameter that has 12 lines of 60 syllables in the format of 3 stanzas of 4 lines and 8-4-4-4 syllables. My rhyming is flip-flopped, but it felt right, and that's really the most important part.

The Darkened Haze

Tis true I've seen some better days,
Some brighter nights,
Through no dark haze;
Where are those lights?

The lights have dimmed, the days hold fog,
Not thin white mist,
The type that clogs,
The dark persists.

Yet far away through hazed distance,
A golden ray,
Oh how it once,
Lighted my day.