The Winter's Tale by Thenica
“what up I'm matcha and I regret lots of things but I don't regret singing my poetry to myself in my room
It's poetry time! Also lots of other things I have due time! I'm sure it'll be fine ghhhh- Many thanks to the evergrowing, ever-green sanctuary of the ThoseWhoWentMissing ARPG! It's been a rocky month. But you know what? I think I'm on a good road thus far. And if you combine both of those things you get rocky road!
This poem features the rising star esk who you should really keep an eye on, Thenica! As a literature student I demand that everyone give their utmost love and attention to her. Thenica's loneliness within her meadow led her to treat the wildflowers as her audience, performing for them and giving her all. However winter seems to have hit her hard... She belongs to BlueOceanSprite who created a cool mockup of my esk Castor in return! It was fun working with her and adding as many references that I could think of! Any time~“
All the world is but a stage
The men and women players
But from a lone actress’ cage
She sees no one to save her
Now I’ve been waiting in the wings for far too long
At last the grand finale, the show-stopping song
What do you do when they’re waiting for you and then the spotlight falls?
Don’t dim the lights, don’t you leave your seats, there’ll be no more curtain calls
The Bard did play upon a globe (A globe)
But I thrown to a field fallow (Fallow)
For me winter’s tide left no hope (No hope)
Heads bowed in an empty meadow(Meadow)
Have I been plagued by the Scottish play? Well I’m all out of luck
My audience has wilted, their attention dug up and plucked
No longer will they follow me, was I ever in the limelight?
What’s an actress with no admirers? Nothing but sound and spite
Gone already! Inch-thick in frost, knee-deep in snow, and before you know it you’re in the middle of a blizzard! Go, you, go pick your flowers. They grow only to be picked, and I’d pick them too if I had any choice in the matter. Gather them to you, hold them close, for you never know when they will fade and die. Go, gather them all, why don’t you? There’s no remedy for it; this is a world beset upon by winter. Thousands of wildflowers have the sleeping sickness and don’t know it yet. They all do. We all do. Sleep, sleep on! Sleep while the world plays around you and I play alone.
Tomorrow and tomorrow they say the spring will soon return
But will it be too hot, too hot – I won’t take a bow
Out, out, brief candle! Set alight the meadow we know burns
Such ends my bitter winter’s tale, but I’ll never stop now!
Today's theme is: Desperation.