Round Two.

Style: Ottava Rime
Jambian
a and c = 11 syllables, b = 10 syllables
a b a b a b c c

Theme: time and memories

Bojan's entry; round one:

Into the forest depths where nature plays
With adolescent boys in magic streams
Whereof my every wish and all my dreams
With angeldust of purity portrays.

To be, myself, a part of nature's flame
That howling wolves with eyes fixed on the moon
And brightest stars all over nightsky strewn
With lack of human modesty exclaim.

I to the angel nymphs my sorrow cry:
Please! Comfort me with everlasting heat
And kiss my tears away before they freeze.

And to the heaven deep a painful sigh:
No loving voice, but silence or repeat;
Please! My life seems but an unrelentless breeze.

Daniel's entry; round one:

I met a man with whom I fell in love
This made my parrents whish that I would die
For he, he was a man, and so was I
They never hid their loath and hate thereof

Then one day I got ill, and lost the fight.
"It's God who've punished you" my mother told.
So left, did I, this life I once controlled;
I closed my eyes and stepped into the light.

This must be heaven and I must be dead.
See, people here are happy! All is well -
forgiven for whatever we had done.

Then one man turned towards me, grinned, and said:
"Freedom you'll find here, for this is hell,
and heaven's filled with tyrants - here are none."

Round One.

Style: sonett á la Böttiger
Jambian
11 syllables
abba cddc efg efg

Theme: hell, fire, purgatory...