What Wouldst Thou Be
Would that you see the eyes of a burning dragon?
For he to be the first you kissed,
Would that you see the tears of a fallen maiden?
For she to be the first you missed,
Reflect, for it is then your flagon of mead, that betrayed grin.
Shadows of a man, would that you be then
As a sip of pain to a swig of gin;
You cast all aside for a lot of unanswered questions
What wouldst that thou be sir? I request confessions!
Would that your startled eyes see double?
For then that you beg be allowed penance,
No penitent man! Would that you see more pain;
For I cast it out, and you cast a sentence.
Still, in the shadows, you see troubles gain.
I command this you whisper to your beloved one;
'I set you free, in truth, in light you shine alone '
What would that you be for her, ergo a dove’s patience?
Patiently gallivanting round her love, not with it since.
Sir I ask at last and final, what wouldst thou be?
Knave, Brute, Scoundrel, aye… all apt for thee!
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