Humblest Cry

Curtains rise upon our production. Opening scene featuring you and me. Thou not the star, ay, that was I. No feelings thou spoke, no falling in love thee pleaded. Voice booming directions, but thy didn't follow. T'was left to me to be. Pretending within, awaiting the fall. Guliable graces believed. But thine heart beat to a different drum. Couldn't do it, our performance sour. Thou spoke a confession . . .you fell for me. What happened to thine ownself? Wasn't ready for these tumults, nor chaotic ways. Our regin over, having had it's day. In the humblest voice these ears have ever heard . . . You asked the truth from this heart. But you, it declined. Just a show within a lie, Wasn't ready for this twist. Mourning now with such disdain. Didn't intend to hurt. But thy mask couldn't hide. I fear thou has made a hole inside. You waited too long, lapsed time. What a dreary day, black clouds thy seeith. Trapped in thine's thoughts, rattling one's mind. Can't can't shake this image, eyes won't allow it so. Look closer, they are somber and dull. Thou shouldn't have fallen, didn't see it coming. Love ripped through chest, pain left to decay thou does recite thy name. Pleasing it may seem, for now it's only just begun. Nay, I don't love thee so. But thine has still fallen.This was an attempt at "old english" and a twist of my own poetry. I decided to give this a whirl. Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 08:11 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8