eyne no longer sphery,
she never so weary
until that very evening.
nay, she was only dreaming.
what a dream was here! -- exclaimed she.
look how she did quake with much fear!
was the dream so terrible
that it brought her to tremble?
early on, i did hear her squeal
as i tried to steal Shakespeare's quill.
i thought she saw my crime!
just when i thought it's time
to throw myself out my window,
appeared to me a tall shadow.
though it did not scare me at all,
still i hid behind a bleak wall.
then i heard a female voice beg.
through wall's chink, i saw a figure
appeared, a man of great stature.
she's on her knees, clutching his leg,
as with so much love she uttered
the lines could've only mustered,
"I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,*
To die upon the hand I love so well." *
tears began to fill up mine eyne
as they meet the glowing crescent,
the only thing pleasant that night
that brought me a little delight.
then i thought of the drying ink.
should've not worn a gown so pink
laced with thorns pressed hard on my skin.
stood frozen like a mannequin
as a vision came upon me.
thence the air was very steamy.
i could see your face through the steam.
quite enchanted, i had to scream.
i crushed the quill i was holding.
forgot why i started writing
in couplets when it should be in sonnets
that i should write to let myself forget.
* lines borrowed from shakespeare ;P
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