Verily
I Tell.
When
he hath said such,
Will
I am who shakeths,
Pears
and apples and,
Voteth
words in hitherto laud.
Will
he be a man revered,
Through
time an space ?
Still
we'd see his face,
As
one who knew our hearts...
Cometh
unto me, he says,
Thy
wilt of days,
A
heart displays,
When
he had known,
To
throw a crone,
An
affable endearing light.
One
that hateth none,
Lest
he be left undone,
In
folly of a cruel duel....
Thy
Lord of wit and words,
Hath
become unto us,
A
Laird of some renown.
He
gaveth joy, killed off a boy,
But
showed a noble truth.
Love
be thy friend,
When
cared and pressed upon,
And
fed with precious deeds,
Afore
the dawn of hades come....
How
very peculiar I feel,
Connected
to him by steel.
From
within a land unknown,
A
distant sun risen from,
A
place he never knew,
Where
all his wisdom grew.
To
show unto me thy truth,
And
life sounded above the roof,
Where
ever long, his song be sung,
To
me and all who knew.
R.I.P.
William Shakespeare.
William Shakespeare (26 April 1564 (baptised) –
23 April 1616) was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as
the greatest writer in the English history...
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