Shakespearean Tragedy

Let’s have a Shakespearean tragedy

A three part act
for, all the world’s a stage
and we’ll have our 15 minutes of
undiluted fame.

Always such sadness when love dies
Passion takes its final bow
in spotlight’s dying glow
then, disappears forever.

You are there
she is here
and,
betrayal shouts its vacant yell
across those weeping boards.

Act 1

This was a time when life was rushed
it was all so new and nothing rhymed
except that breath-taking rhythm
in love making.

Act 11

Two hearts which shared one accord.
One love
One dream
but,
Sharing love in such tantalising secrecy
was always doomed to fail.

Now gone
Slipped through your fingers
between those lines of lies.

Act 111

Contains the dreadful deeds
and treachery with words which spit
Wash loves stunted seeds into that pit
of angry, burning pain and
spiteful recriminations which
seem to know no bounds.

Love has now been lost

A true Shakespearean tragedy

but,

At what the cost.

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