Ha! A sonnet!

So, I was forced to write that Petrarchan sonnet for tutorial, right? Well, I gave in to the temptation I've been feeling since eighth grade and wrote a fannish one. Hopefully my lovely professor won't notice. Have a John Winchester-inspired sonnet, y'all. *glee that it's done*

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Returning Here From War
(Inspired by Petrarch’s “Rima 190” and Wyatt’s “Whoso list to hunt”)

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Returning here from war, by chance I came
To light upon a house fair, wherein stood
A hind in white, gold-wreathed, sweet, mild and good
In her she held the promise of the same:
A beauty fetterless for me to claim.
Extending hands to take her if I could—
A touch—and o’er my eyes then fell a hood.
Thus vanished she in haloes of flame.
In shock I grasped at ash but found no hold;
And swore to hunt the Fiend who dared take She.
Now stumbling go I, in dark and cold,
My heart’s two sons alone do follow me:
The elder Strength my savior, Grief my pain;
I chase behind, yet fearing fires again.