A nonet poem
She is at home on the battlefield,
The shaft comes with a ball and chain,
Her love is a morning star,
Effective with blunt force,
Causing great trauma,
Spiked at the ends,
This is my first nonet; a nine lined poem with a syllable count that descends from 9 – 1 as your work down the lines.
Original poem by © Darius the Mate
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