haha, not really. Nontraditional sonnet, no deliberate rhyme scheme, iambic pentameter, divided like a Shakespearean sonnet (quatrains and couplet at the end)
A hardy lad set out one summer's morn,
The youngest son to prove himself a man.
Without direction, wand'ring to and fro,
Until a distant kingdom he approached.
He met a fair and royal beauty there;
They fell in love with one short glance, but woe,
The king opposed the lad's poor, lowly rank
And sent him off to prove his valor's worth.
He rides, the knight in dented armor, fast
To far and distant mountain caves where dwelt
A fearsome dragon, plague to fellowmen,
A hoard of untold riches stashed within.
He slays the mighty monster in his lair,
The wooden sword he wielded flamed and pierced
Unguarded marble eye. The fire doused,
He leaves, no treasure plundered but his bride,
His bonny lass with whom he rode away
Into the west, elusive setting sun.
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