Ugh. Insomnia...
I once promised an ode to Prince of Persia in iambic pentameter. Well, forgive the wait, but iambic pentameter can be a bitch. I have an entirely new respect for Shakespeare.
Dagger in my hand? Nay! Dagger buried
in the heart of my belov'd! Brave and just
mine own transgressions are what did end her.
Would that I had not touch'd this loathsome blade!
Rather, I wish it remain'd in India
Within dusty ruins guarded by spell
That one bold princess might once more open
Her two dark and lust'rous eyes unto me!
That was the first time I've written anything in iambic pentameter. Your thoughts?
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