Poem: "Sonnet of the Warrior Princess"

Poem: Sonnet of the Warrior Princess
From "Sonnet XXIX" by William Shakespeare

When once again, Olympus shuns my cries,
And leaves me naught but woe to ululate,
And seek I out a demon to despise,
To drown my pain in violence in hate,
Wishing my life to one more rich in hope,
Than shreds of joy my life thus far has pieced,
Mastering this blade's skill and still I cope,
At what I most excel contents me least;
Past and practices, myself despising,
And shriek my sins in dreams at Hades' gate,
Still from blackest depths a hope arising,
I through my friends and deeds make good my fate,

Companions' love remembered such faith brings,
I scorn to switch with ancient gods or kings.