The Shakespearean Shakespeare Sonnet

or, playing with poetry

Shakespeare! Bard of Avon, master of words,
Whose pen has slaked the thirst of endless souls,
Your verses, like sweet nectar of songbirds,
Still echo through time's everlasting scrolls.

You wove tales of love, both pure and tragic,
Of star-crossed lovers and fair maidens' plight,
With sonnets and creatures of dark magic,
Your pen, magic wand, conjuring delight.

Your genius knew no bounds, to make minds weep,
From fair Verona to dark Elsinore,
You imbued your roles with characters deep,
Their essence forever engraved in lore.

Though you are gone, your legacy lives on,
Shakespeare, immortal, your spirit's not gone!