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