Sonnet challenge crndlsm, mostly Holy, cryptcreeper

[CRNDLSM]

It occurs to me that I started this messed up by using the first lines instead of the last, perhaps we can settle on a rhyme scheme for the last sonnet since we've meandered a bit already, its early enough we can make changes without too much damage. ABACBC DEDFEF GG?

[Mostly Holy]

Oh I thought we were using the last lines, plus the first line of the first poem? Altho that adds up to 15 lines I guess, so many we can just use the last lines:

Mirages of life to glimpse as a ghost;
History hums but I like now the best.
Each of us living lives no king can boast,
This will be grand when it all goes to plan*.

So we need to change either my end line or yours. Perhaps yours could be "You'll hear the drums thunder all through the west / We'll rise to the mark when put to the test", or mine to something like "I frame the shot, his shadow where I stand; / History hums, but I like now, not then" (idk, these are just placeholder ideas), altho then Cryptkeeper will have to change his opening stanza

[CRNDLSM]

You will hear the drums thunder under breast
We can't change whats passed, we're cursed if not blessed

Mirages of life to glimpse as a ghost;
History hums but I like now the best.
Each of us living lives no king can boast,
We can't change what's passed, we're cursed if not blessed

[TheCryptCreeper]

Hey both, I have my second submission ready!
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-- Original Version --

“We can't change what’s passed, we're cursed if not blessed”,
Spelled out in perfect script, below the art.
My jaw is clenched as rubies cut through my chest,
And gemstones gleam from my body in parts.

A cruel claymore glints in a scene so bright,
In spotlight’s glow, a sharp and violent streak.
Attached to righteous knight, clad in white light,
As sapphire tears stain my radiant cheek.

I am one trophy in a hall of grand
Meaningful events to commemorate.
In the victor’s painted window I stand,
Above the words to celebrate my fate.

Frozen in pane, by me the long years pass.
My last moment in pain, a King of glass.
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Mirages of life to glimpse as a ghost
History hums, but I like now the best.
Each of us living lives, no "King" can boast
We can't change whats passed, we're cursed if not blessed

My last moment in pain, a King of glass.

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Fine work so-far guys, let's keep it up!!

Edit: Looks like I didn't see the discussions on the second page lol; I thought the idea was to do ABAB CDCD EFEF GG for the final sonnet
Edit 2: Holy has asked for some changes to the final line to better fit the final sonnet with her next sonnet so I have made some changes:
-- Revised Version --

“We can't change what’s passed, we're cursed if not blessed”,
Spelled out in perfect script underneath art.
Fractured rubies spilling out from my chest,
Gemstones gleam from my corrupt impaled heart.

The cruel claymore glints in a scene so bright,
In spotlight’s glow, a sharp and violent streak.
In hands of righteous knight, clad in white light,
A sapphire tear stains my reflective cheek.

My emerald eyes fall upon the land,
To be claimed by another was its fate,
My gaze glazed over in window so grand,
Above a small quote to commemorate—

My fragile reign of a Kingdom of glass,
All that remains are fragments of the past.
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Mirages of life to glimpse as a ghost
History hums, but I like now the best.
Each of us living lives, no "King" can boast
We can't change whats passed, we're cursed if not blessed

All that remains are fragments of the past.

[Mostly Holy]

"Kings of Glass"

In his last moment in pain, a king of glass
will shatter at the whisper he is wrong.
Martyred by a question, he sighs his last,
his sulking silence louder than a gong.

He boasts his strength and skill will never lack
while shouting over those more wise than he.
He delegates the tasks he won't attack,
and counts his presence as his industry.

He does the least, yet hungers for the praise;
Demands support while offering up none.
He rages when the world denies his claims,
and treats every "no" like a loaded gun.

Kingdoms rise and fall, the truth beneath is plain:
The crown of man is brittleness and blame.

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AAAH I did not have internet the past couple of days so I wrote one based on your old last line ::joy::

I will try to fix it later, altho the meaning is totally different and I had to write my whole poem around the old opening line because it was so bizarre ::joy::