No really this isn't a sonnet. But it isn't really a blog entry either. It's a poem. It was /meant/ to be a sonnet. It's not. But I haven't updated this in forever. So here:
It is strange to think how soon we shall go
Leaving nothing but a wretched old foe
For many this will be a brand new low
Once upon a time you'd pick up your bow
But as no hero with no superpowers
You will drift away from your lonely tower
Not that you were ever known to go cower
Will you be as forgotten as you think?
Will they remember what you used to drink?
We sit and question all our existence