Post by Isabelle on Dec 17, 2004 21:30:44 GMT -5
A/N: I wrote this for my Honors American Literature class in 10th grade so it's not my best. Poetry all together isn't really my thing, but I came across this the other day and thought it depicted a lot about AD/MM. This was before I even discovered them! If any of you notice that there is eleven syllables in the last two lines instead of ten, I did that purposely. I felt like stretching the rules a bit as Robert Frost did. And yes, I'm aware it doesn't all quite make sense, but my teacher at the time told us it didn't have to. Anyway, I'll just finish rambling and let you read on...
On a night so fearful, lonely and quiet
She waits near the edge for true love's first kiss
He makes his way to her from horrid riot
Unbeknownst of the dark, blackened abyss
He races through green pine forests of trees
She gazes to the round, full moon of June
Ready to pledge her soul among snow peas
Ready for him to come along and prune
The aching she feels as clear as crystal
He can hear he hum as he nears the bar
Deep in her robes, she retrieves a pistol
He steps closer, strumming on his guitar
A song of love unrequited once brooded
Now a love that shan't ever be concluded
On a night so fearful, lonely and quiet
She waits near the edge for true love's first kiss
He makes his way to her from horrid riot
Unbeknownst of the dark, blackened abyss
He races through green pine forests of trees
She gazes to the round, full moon of June
Ready to pledge her soul among snow peas
Ready for him to come along and prune
The aching she feels as clear as crystal
He can hear he hum as he nears the bar
Deep in her robes, she retrieves a pistol
He steps closer, strumming on his guitar
A song of love unrequited once brooded
Now a love that shan't ever be concluded
