Who comes sailing in that
battered old ship toward me?
What phenomenon summons from
that corpse infested sea?
It seems to be a ghost
from a forgotten land,
whose sun-struck tattered sails
follow the wind's command.
It is the future I dreamed about,
yet will soon be yesterday,
its motionless black eyes hold me
so I cannot run away.
I feel the nightmare coming on,
with no hope for a blessed dawn...

What kind of sonnet is this? I like sonnets but don't know much them and have the idea that a sonnet is a 14 lined pentameter. It looks like that there are a lot of variations.







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