The Bard's Blog (EngL 3007)

Wind blows hard sleet against the window’s pain
While cold crow’s calls pierce through the dreary dark
Neighbor’s yells rupture through these walls, enflamed
Stars over yonder, skimming through their arc

Tomorrow’s dream seems all the more afar
Locked in this room I see no end, my plight
As I struggle here, time stands still, retards
Dragging, I, through another tempest night

Oh, but alas the winds of change hath come
For as I toil I see my end is near
My tasks merge, come together towards a sum
That once to me was dark, now seen so clear

Shackles soon lifted, fingers worn to stub
Sonnet now completed, off to the pub