Cornish Sonnet

The huntsman took aim bringing it into line, he pulled back the bow, a shot to the chest; Not instantly dying he ran into a mine, there on the hillside I saw him escape; Majestic he stood in full view at his best but for this beast today there'll be life's forsake. Into the cavity where gold could be found, time was now called on this magnificent beast; Surrounded by beauty in woods all around, he was hauled to the castle where royals would dine upon the cooked carcass for nobels to feast, the toothless hunter enjoyed this over swine. The huntsman took aim bringing it into line, Into the cavity where gold could be found.