To thee fair and red
I understand not, why thou doth hate me
A war between us can only bring dread
To mine sibling, so young and blind
To such foul ways, as thou doth teach.
A murder! Alak, a murder!
Thou hadst commited such treason
As to sabotage mine way through the night
Thou didst act as a ghastly beakon
Calling, calling to me with thine venomous whispers
"Come hither, come hither." I did hear thee call
Through the endlessly creeping abyss
And upon mine thigh thou dist bring thee sword
Alak! What hanous madness is this
That one would strike a maiden from her footing?
To the floor below thou didst send me sprawling
The fibers scortching mine fair fingertips
Mine thigh screaming with agonising distress
Silky, thick blood upon mine lips
Like poisoned wine spilling from a cup
Thou didst commit treason
That foul cold, winter's night
The fire dimmed low, almost to embers alone
Darkness slithering in like fog, disabling mine sight
Never will I forgive thou your actions
Hark! A plague upon your house!
Thou didst trip me and mine ankle thou didst twist
In the hallway thou sat
Such a hanous crime is this
That I shall forver remember and curse thee
Little Red Table.
(Sorry this is REALLY shit... But it's my first ever attempt at something that's SUPPOSED to resemble Shakespeare. So excuse the shoddiness of it.
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