The end has come at last to me,
Here I say goodbye.
Do not mourn for I am free,
When it is my time to die.
Oh, sweet hours that we have spent, how quickly they do fly
to us night is ever drawing nearer
and in you arms I lie
In the moonlight, here I smile, the end grows swiftly clearer.
My eyes, my love are growing dimmer
I sigh a final breath
They, to loose their brightest shimmer
When I am gone to death.
Heart is warm, though body chill
I'll remember you, my love, when I am under hill.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
English Sonnet
Tread lightly upon my heart,
you who do not intend to stay.
Make is possible to have a fresh start,
Walk along the side paths and pass me on my way.
Do not offer you hand, only to let me fall.
Do not make me wish for things that could never be.
Do not leave me waiting to hear your final call.
Do not make me to blind to see.
Tread lightly, tread lightly.
Leave no trace behind.
Always deal rightly,
With hearts that you may find.
Do not chain my soul to thee.
Teach my heart, then set me free.
you who do not intend to stay.
Make is possible to have a fresh start,
Walk along the side paths and pass me on my way.
Do not offer you hand, only to let me fall.
Do not make me wish for things that could never be.
Do not leave me waiting to hear your final call.
Do not make me to blind to see.
Tread lightly, tread lightly.
Leave no trace behind.
Always deal rightly,
With hearts that you may find.
Do not chain my soul to thee.
Teach my heart, then set me free.
Sonnett CXLVII
"I don't know you anymore."
Kim looked up from her screen for the briefest moment at Gavin, but said nothing. He would continue to speak, whether she wanted him to or not.
"You have changed so much that if I were to pass you on the street, I would not recognize you." Gavin was frustrated with his friend. She had changed not only her personality but her looks as well. He truly would not recognize her, and neither would her enemies.
"What do you want Gavin? Are you here just to try to get me to stop my downward spiral into hell?" Kim's tone was mocking.
"No." Gavin said simply. "I was just hoping that you would see what you are becoming."
"Of course I know what I am, and what I am becoming," Kim smiled, a wicked twist of the mouth, "I am becoming the Angel of Vengeance."
"But..."
"Go away."
Gavin turned to leave, his parting words, "For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night."
With that Gavin left the room, swearing to himself that this would be the last time he tried to reason with Kim; but he knew it was a lie.
Kim looked up from her screen for the briefest moment at Gavin, but said nothing. He would continue to speak, whether she wanted him to or not.
"You have changed so much that if I were to pass you on the street, I would not recognize you." Gavin was frustrated with his friend. She had changed not only her personality but her looks as well. He truly would not recognize her, and neither would her enemies.
"What do you want Gavin? Are you here just to try to get me to stop my downward spiral into hell?" Kim's tone was mocking.
"No." Gavin said simply. "I was just hoping that you would see what you are becoming."
"Of course I know what I am, and what I am becoming," Kim smiled, a wicked twist of the mouth, "I am becoming the Angel of Vengeance."
"But..."
"Go away."
Gavin turned to leave, his parting words, "For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night."
With that Gavin left the room, swearing to himself that this would be the last time he tried to reason with Kim; but he knew it was a lie.
Sonnet 25
"Let those who are in favor with their stars of public honor and proud titles boast," Theo declared disdainfully. "Let them glory in things that do not last, and honors that can be taken as easily as given. I care not that they take the credit, they will not be remembered in time's great wheel."
"I don't understand," Richard said.
Theo smiled a cryptic smile, "For example, The painful warrior famoused for fight, After a thousand victories once foil'd, is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd. Now tell me Richard, all of these warriors in battles of the past, do you know their names?"
"Of course, there is Livious and Flavious of Rome, Alexander the Great, Sun Tzu, I could keep going."
"Ah yes, but here is my point. They all continued to win. Now can you name me warriors that lost."
Richard looked stymied, and Theo smiled. "Such is fame and glory. Forgotten when there is no more to glory in."
"Then why won't you be forgotten?" Richard asked, truly wondering.
Theo smiled at his friend. "Happy I, that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed. That is immortality my friend, people who love you enough to remember you when you are gone."
"I don't understand," Richard said.
Theo smiled a cryptic smile, "For example, The painful warrior famoused for fight, After a thousand victories once foil'd, is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd. Now tell me Richard, all of these warriors in battles of the past, do you know their names?"
"Of course, there is Livious and Flavious of Rome, Alexander the Great, Sun Tzu, I could keep going."
"Ah yes, but here is my point. They all continued to win. Now can you name me warriors that lost."
Richard looked stymied, and Theo smiled. "Such is fame and glory. Forgotten when there is no more to glory in."
"Then why won't you be forgotten?" Richard asked, truly wondering.
Theo smiled at his friend. "Happy I, that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed. That is immortality my friend, people who love you enough to remember you when you are gone."
Deny
"Would you deny me? Would you send me away?"
"Yes I would; if it meant keeping you safe."
"Even if it meant that I had nothing more to live for? If you were to go; if you were to die, then I would cease to be. You who shape who I am are more important to me than my own life."
"Go home, I do not want you here."
"Yes I would; if it meant keeping you safe."
"Even if it meant that I had nothing more to live for? If you were to go; if you were to die, then I would cease to be. You who shape who I am are more important to me than my own life."
"Go home, I do not want you here."
Rape of Lucrece
"What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?" Heran asked warily. He stood on the brink of a misty cliff.
"A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy." came the mocking reply out of the mists. Eyes, sharp and hungry burned with an inner light that spoke of ageless power.
"Speak plainly," Heran demanded. He was tiring of these word games; though the others had warned him that this was all he could expect of the mists.
The same voice slithered out of the darkness and wrapped around Heran; demanding his attention. "Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy?
For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the scepter straight be stricken down?"
"A riddle?" Heran asked skeptically. He had come all this way to petition at the Cliffs of Fate, and all he got was a riddle?
"Yes," the voice whispered out of the dark.
Heran pondered the riddle, his brow furrowing in thought. After a few minutes a ghost of a smile crossed his lips, and he tossed his hair back from his face.
"The answer you seek is a Fool."
"Yes, it is." The voice was closer now. "I seek a fool, and it seems as if I have found one."
"A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy." came the mocking reply out of the mists. Eyes, sharp and hungry burned with an inner light that spoke of ageless power.
"Speak plainly," Heran demanded. He was tiring of these word games; though the others had warned him that this was all he could expect of the mists.
The same voice slithered out of the darkness and wrapped around Heran; demanding his attention. "Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy?
For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the scepter straight be stricken down?"
"A riddle?" Heran asked skeptically. He had come all this way to petition at the Cliffs of Fate, and all he got was a riddle?
"Yes," the voice whispered out of the dark.
Heran pondered the riddle, his brow furrowing in thought. After a few minutes a ghost of a smile crossed his lips, and he tossed his hair back from his face.
"The answer you seek is a Fool."
"Yes, it is." The voice was closer now. "I seek a fool, and it seems as if I have found one."
Sonnet 71
Gavin held the paper in his hand. The ink was smeared with tears, and his hand shook as he read his friends note.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Gavin knew it was over already, but he had to try. Kim had never backed down from anything. He drove wildly through the night, he knew where she would be.
Gavin was running towards the house when he heard a gun shot ring out through the dark.
He saw his friend in a pool of blood, and knelt next to her, held her cooling hand in his own. In her hand he felt another scrap of paper.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
'Goodbye Gavin, I am going home.'
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Gavin knew it was over already, but he had to try. Kim had never backed down from anything. He drove wildly through the night, he knew where she would be.
Gavin was running towards the house when he heard a gun shot ring out through the dark.
He saw his friend in a pool of blood, and knelt next to her, held her cooling hand in his own. In her hand he felt another scrap of paper.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
'Goodbye Gavin, I am going home.'
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