Poetry Corner: He Shook Off the Dusty Grave

I really enjoy writing Style poetry. The following is a Shakespearean Sonnet. 14 lines, with a rhyme scheme of abab cdcd efef gg, in iambic pentameter (10 syllables per line following an unstressed/stressed pattern). I find it fun to "write within the rules" when it comes to poetry... I know, I am a bit insane. Thought it fitting considering the proximity of Easter, to post this one.He Shook off the Dusty GraveIn dark and creeping mist they hung him high,His crimson teardrops flowed to heal the land,This man, the Son of God, they crucified,Forgiveness in his eyes and outstretched hands.The Prince of Glory on a rugged crossIts rough and splintered wood tore at his flesh,In darkened day creation mourned its lossHe cleansed mankind from sin with his distress.A crystal tear dripped down from Heaven’s cloudsThen trumpets called from Glory’s highest throne;Embracing life, his steps were firm and proudThe Lord of life arose to claim his own.A ring of gold replacing cruel thorns,With radiant light, his brow this crown adorns.