Fifty Sonnets Project – Iastreb Desislavich

Continuing the project, this sonnet for Iazzie.
The glint of winter’s sun upon his helm,
He stands in silhouette against the sky,
A half-cerulean pallor o’er the realm
Of frozen waste, where echoes loud his cry.
His battle scream resounds across the snow
He charges [...]

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