A Gift for MCG

I’ll try my best to do this right
Although my head is spinning.
If I must write throughout the night
This poem will have a beginning.

A friend asked me to write a sonnet.
He gave no hint for subject or theme.
I’ll work very hard so he will like it.
Will it end a nightmare or a dream?

The hour is late, my fingers cold
Each line must be pure of thought.
I see the clock, and the hour is old.
Will he read what I have wrought?

I’ve done my best, and the end is here.
I want reviews, though his I fear.