I let my verses waft across the sky,

The parchment soaked with tears whispers your name,

My song stutters with pain and soon might die,

Our love seemed rosy then, ‘twas vile fate’s game,

It’s hard to let go though in vain I try,

I viewed such vivid futures in a frame,

Alas! We both are star crossed lovers dear,

The sands of time will never bring us near.

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Poetry Style : Ottawa Rima 

Features:

~Written by Giovanni Boccaccio

~”Ottava Rima” literally translates to “eighth rhyme” in Italian

~Follows a strict ABABABCC rhyme scheme

~The final couplet provides a summarizing, emphatic, or witty conclusion to the stanza’s idea

~Written in iambic pentameter, meaning each line has ten syllables, with an alternating pattern of unstressed and stressed syllables (da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM)

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This poem was written for prompt 4 of Tale-a-thlon chalenge season 5 by Penmancy.  It was first published here.