A/N:
Looks like I'm getting addicted to one word titles.... hmmm..
This is my tribute to William Shakespeare. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have appreciated poetry this much. If anyone here read his works, you'll know which one I'm retelling. The title itself will clue you in.
I'm dedicating this poem to Yrrebsa (Asberry). Because she really made my day. And mind you, she's an awesome poet.
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Star Crossed
She was a fair and lovely maiden
With lips of ruby red.
To kiss her is to be in heaven:
That fine and stately head.
He was a knight in shining armor
With a wise, kingly face.
He rode his horse with skill and ardor
And unexpected grace.
He saw her in her father's feast night;
Where he asked her to dance.
She accepted with demure delight.
To him, she gave a chance.
They met and wooed and shared promises.
Of the truth, they knew none.
They did not hear the shrieking voices
That told them to begone.
They did not know of the burning hate
That stirred their kinsmen's souls.
And when they did learn, it was too late
To change opposing goals.
So, to stay together forever,
They drew their final breaths.
They killed the hate and made things better
By their untimely deaths.
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Read my Heart - A Collection of Poetry
PoetryThis is partly a journal and partly a literary endeavor. Herein, between the covers lie all of my dreams and art: my tales of friends and lovers. If you please, oh! Read my heart!
