Squonk

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.