Analysis of White Flag
Eyes are heavy, I'm growing tired.
Bruised and wounded from what transpired.
My sword is stained from the blood of my enemy,
But I'm fading fast, in need of a remedy.
I clean my wounds, taking extreme care,
Holding on to hope, saying a prayer.
Death is a tax on life we all must pay.
I'm starting to fade away, Lord take me if you may...
| Scheme | AABBCCDD |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 111011010 101011010 111110111100 111010110100 111110011 101111001 1101111111 1101101111111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 337 |
| Words | 73 |
| Sentences | 6 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 8 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
| Words per line (avg) | 8 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 254 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 66 |
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Written on February 04, 2022
Submitted by jayford61984 on February 06, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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