More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 1: The Poet
(To Death: Acrostic)

When I can't breathe, and Thou that reaps shall reap
In me the fatal swing on mine old heart,
Let love survive this old man's tragic sleep,
Lest I am wronged, and pointless be love's art.
So shame this bard for such a vain pursuit;
Hasten foolish me towards the pains to come;
Afflict with thine afflictions worse, to boot;
Kill the strength that wanes in me and keep me from
Enjoying day's warm light, you horrid brute!
So spare on me no token from above,
Presenting but my just desserts of doom,
Ere I defile his honor, truth and love;
And then shall I submit unto the tomb:
      Repeat the worst that Thou hast done to me;
      Ere my descent shall I renownéd be!

(Signed) WILL SHAKESPEARE

(To be continued...)

A/N: Trust me, you have no idea how hard this is to write. So PLEASE comment; I care about your opinions, really. If this doesn't get you to comment, I don't know what will.

P.S. 1: I had to break scansion in lines 6 & 8. I know it's against the rules to break scansion as well as add an extra line in a sonnet (therefore, this piece is not a sonnet, actually), but I just couldn't find a word with letters H & K that starts with an unstressed syllable... But I felt like fooling around a bit, anyway, so deal with it.

P.S. 2: After reading and writing more sonnets, I believe that this is a sonnet. There's a HUGE variety of sonnets, and if I could, I'd roll up a newspaper and smack my earlier self in the head with it! I'd like to think I'm a little more open-minded... ( ^_^ )