http://www.napowrimo.net/ Day Eight
"Ottava Rima for the eighth"
an "eight-line stanza of iambic pentameter, with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c"
This Heart Is Affixed To A Dying Animal
I wake-up in the morning and open the blinds—
I wonder why my whole world is gray.
There’s sad and sullen paint smeared across the sky.
I haven’t seen blue skies for days.
Death, O Death, I want to feel Light
clean my skin before it's too late.
This ol Heart means most to me,
but it must die before I'm free.