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Moritz tried to distract himself by studying the starlit gardens but in vain. Unavoidably, his mind returned to his helpless helpless situation. In a moment of panic and rage, he pulled off his family ring and threw it as hard as he could. The young man vaguely saw it land in a fountain far below. In the dim moonlight, he could just make out the statue that adorned the center of the pool. A beautiful marble Athena holding a pot; pouring water ever into the even pool below.

As a young boy, Moritz had never been intrigued by the fountain. In fact, he had not spent much time at all in the gardens, preferring to wander the forest, creating games that placed him as the king, the omniscient ruler of all around him. His make-believe had always centered around decimating invisible armies and mercilessly torturing nonexistent traitors. With long staffs, he had practiced the fencing his older brothers had unknowingly taught him. Moritz wa sthe youngest of his three brothers and had spent most of his life in the shadows. His father was Lord Everard Gerlach, a widely known and admired noble who was often called away from the Lothar manar to attend to "business". It had been assumed from the day of birth, that Everard would be succeeded by his first son, a golden haired boy the Lady fondly named Karsten. By an extraordinary work of God, Everard's wife was gifted with fertility and soon after her first child, gave birth to three more sons in succession. Everard treated his sons well and it soon became accepted in the surrounding country that the Gerlach house and name could be continued through generations. The next two sons, Berthold and Korbl, were also placed in the limelight as noble supplants in the future.

But Moritz was the fourth son.

Like ivy when it clothes the memory
Reflects upon the past as a still lake
Rip’ling in the wind harmoniously.
Revenge tonight is the road you must take
Weaving secrets as a unity holds.
Passion grips and gives way to ease of mind.
Willingness has already been foretold.
Wary should you be for all stories find
End. Now dawn awakes those precious moments
And those lost return in dismal led.
Distance breaks bonds and dissolves atonement,
Mountains take root with evil in your stead.
So passes journey of the last; remembered
And so your past becomes you forever.

And this one was for tenth grade english. The two sonnets are related. I want to see if anyone can tell how.

Unforeseen rival surfaces from past;
Noises in the dark, whispers in the night.
Divinity holds answers for the last
When retribution is complete, take flight.
A savage work reforms supreme regime
A hostile act against authority;
Malice, vengeance, has settled in the scheme;
Fled from homeland, place across the sea.
Ungodly deed thy divine hath forgive
For treachery deserves its place in doom.
Revenge held part of plan and kill to live
So hidden deep, loneliness is a tomb.
And where has the twilight fade to darkness;
Gone has the evening, counsel I must seek.

I wrote this in ninth grade english class after we read Romeo and Juliet. I was one of the only people to get a 100. Tell me what you think the poem signifies.