A Sonnet?
Stuck in the gut of a guzzling lawn Ghostly memories strummed bland string Crushed by spiced terror, caged by sassy spring I sank darkly like a netted pawn Rippling stench of hell rendered harsh songs Their tales nothing soft and sweet could bring Fleeing from fear and struck by sour fling There echoed my fate like galling gong But swiftly, there arose a flawless flute It sang; summoning lost wits to a final fight; Panting and punching, faith put to flight Shadowy fear, so viperous and now so mute Stuck once in the gut of a guzzling rust I ruffled and bite until victory here burst