02-04-2012, 12:27 PM
“What fools these Human’s be”
when in love, yes I see,
but, the larger truth,
what greater fools when not,
spirits twisted and souls rot!
How pompous, vain,
and condescending,
only through Love’s sufferance,
might this wound be mending,
yet hide, when see healing descending,
until by Valentine’s pox laid low,
with a shot from Eros’ bow!
Oh, oh, OH!
It is madness, is it not?
It’s been so long that I’ve forgot,
I hope it fades away…
Yet, only does the grave,
fools,
from the foolish save!
Still...not all is sadness and sorrow,
for I shall be a grave fool on the morrow,
if I might a line from Mercutio borrow,
till then, anon,
for I am gone and done,
my bugled sword in baldric hung!
©2011 ~Erthona
when in love, yes I see,
but, the larger truth,
what greater fools when not,
spirits twisted and souls rot!
How pompous, vain,
and condescending,
only through Love’s sufferance,
might this wound be mending,
yet hide, when see healing descending,
until by Valentine’s pox laid low,
with a shot from Eros’ bow!
Oh, oh, OH!
It is madness, is it not?
It’s been so long that I’ve forgot,
I hope it fades away…
Yet, only does the grave,
fools,
from the foolish save!
Still...not all is sadness and sorrow,
for I shall be a grave fool on the morrow,
if I might a line from Mercutio borrow,
till then, anon,
for I am gone and done,
my bugled sword in baldric hung!
©2011 ~Erthona
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.