A Sonnet For 1302

Our teacher assigned us to write a Shakespearean Sonnet because of the poetry were discussing in class. We had to write exactly 14 lines, with 10 syllables on each line. In the first twelve lines, we needed to describe a problem, introduce an issue, or pose a question. In the last two lines, we were instructed to resolve the proglem, make general comments or conclusions, or answer the question. A strict pattern for stressed and unstressed syllables and another pattern for end rhymes was issued. Here is my work:

Three men rise from the backseat of the van,

A sly, evil chuckle emits from each.

A crowbar, a knife, and gloves on each hand,

They are coming for me, I cannot screech.

These terrible men, seen more than one time,

Their deathly stare paralyzes my feet.

But my friend, always with more luck than mine,

Runs to safety, while I'm left in the seat

Still motionless, these figures creep closer,

Their ghastly, mobster image grows clearer.

One man directs like a composer,

Directs them to come, nearer and nearer.

Then really, nothing is what it has seemed,

The terror is but a dream, only a dream.