Monday, October 10, 2011

My Melancholy Dream

my melancholy dream
hadst a fair maiden out after light
perchance to make merry
wantonly wandering through the night

by mischance she stumbled
o'er yon street thought so dire
there a cursed drunkard
vehemence quenched only by fire

thine mortal woman
I speak my tale naught in jest
tormented therefore
thus winter comes to her breast