I wanted to post a sonnet for the Ides of March (the anniversary of Julius Caesar’s death), but I couldn’t find the one I thought I had. So here’s one that at least starts with someone dying.
The tomb is sealed, the lord of Darkness slain, The sound of funereal dirges dies away. The victory of Good is now made plain. In years to come they'll celebrate this day. I was a villain's captive; now I'm free. I held for evil hate; now I must ask What in this world of good is left for me, When all the things I knew are decades past. I did learn things beneath an evil throne: From where the minions come, and why they serve; How best to bury flesh and blood and bone; Against the end, what must stay in reserve. I'd hate to harm the world as it harmed me, But there's no harmless choices I can see.