You know how people are always writing fic for school assignments? I never put much stock in that...until my professor made us write Petrarchan sonnets. I had no idea what to do. Finally, I decided upon a John Winchester-inspired version of Rima 190. So, have a poem. Based upon Supernatural, and hopefully vague enough that my professor won't get wise!

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Returning Here From War
(Inspired by Petrarch's "Rima 190" and Wyatt's "Whoso list to hunt")

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Returning here from war, by chance I came
To light upon a house fair, wherein stood
A hind in white, gold-wreathed, sweet, mild and good
In her she held the promise of the same:
A beauty fetterless for me to claim.
Extending hands to take her if I could—
A touch—and o'er my eyes then fell a hood.
Thus vanished she in haloes of flame.
In shock I grasped at ash but found no hold;
And swore to hunt the Fiend who dared take She.
Now stumbling go I, in dark and cold,
My heart's two sons alone do follow me:
The elder Strength my savior, Grief my pain;
I chase behind, yet fearing fires again.