ElfQuest and ovillejos.

You know you're a poetgeek when lines of dialogue in random contexts leap out at you and proclaim their suitability for a particular poem form. An innocuous phrase in a friend's recent livejournal post tried to turn itself into a sonnet last week, because it was two nonrhyming lines in iambic pentameter and they only needed two more lines to form the first quatrain ...

I fought that one off successfully, only to be jumped by a line out of an old ElfQuest collection. (Six syllables! Easily broken into three lines of two syllables apiece! Come on!) Fans of ElfQuest may recognize the line as one of the first things we ever hear from Suntop, Cutter's son.

The sky is double-mooned and starred;
It's hard
To look away from that dark deep
To sleep.
Although by day the sun is bright,
At night
The darkness seems to sharpen sight.
And in the brilliance it brings,
My blood it shines, it scents, it sings:
It's hard to sleep at night.