I'm writing a story in sonnets
A MIDWINTER NIGHT’S DAYDREAM
Four fresh mods stood on the street corner.
All faces happy: and without sadness.
None suspecting they may soon be mourners.
Yet approaching them: a man full of madness.
Toast was the first to suspect there was something amiss.
A flick of cold wind: lashing against his cheek.
Soon however, in his ears did he hear a hiss.
The world around him: suddenly becoming bleak.
Feet slammed against his face, Coryn’s body perpendicular against him.
Soon he flew, bouncing along the lane.
The others stood back, their supposed comrade seemingly doing this on a whim.
Coryn still stood, face smiling as if winning a game.
“There is something for you to know, a decree that must be met.”
“You have not known it, but your training is not over yet.”