Surely You Jest!A Poem by Hannabal_MarieA Cicero Inspired Poem From Skyrim!
I'm keeper, It's the way I have been shown
It's true, I do keep...I keep to my very own I tend to mother, do unto her as I wish she'd do unto me I've strained my ears for years... Just to only hear whispers from a flea. Have I disobeyed you, mother? Have I done you some kind of wrong? For it truly isn't fair To keep poor Cicero waiting so long Days go by and I haven't heard You mutter, murmur or speak a word Forsaken and forgotten is the ancient way By Sithis alone, pretenders shall pay The children don't even speak their mothers name Blasphemous Sacrilege, it's all a shame I've devoted my life to you, sweet matron Yet I haven't been a reliable son? Our blood is down to a trickle of kin The only action down here is from the filthy vermin Am I all that is left of our family tree? Will all this have to be up to me? Of course it does. I must be mother's voice! Not that she asked me to, no, but do I have a choice? If I must keep waiting on her word to go I'm afraid it'll be curtains down for poor Cicero I do all the seeking and seeing and speaking All in hopes you'd come through But how much longer must I wait, what MORE must I do? And what if she can't hear me or worse, she isn't there? Then all that I've done would be for nothing, that's something I can't bare. It does make sense, to say the least, for her not to be real In my most darkest hours, my sanity she did steal The black sacrament is as false as her lies The tenants are mere scratches, a wolf in disguise Our lady is nothing more than a fool's fantasy Created by a fool...who was just like me. Poor Cicero, who were you to think she'd be true? Let alone give a gift to someone like you? I'm a nothing, a nobody, a joke in every way Even if she did speak, what would I have to say? No, it's all just one big laughing matter All my hopes and dreams are beginning to shatter But...hope is what keeps men living... And screams are the gift that keeps on giving! Why should I stop trying to hear The words that would be oh so dear? If she isn't real, then I've succumbed to the lie! By her and our dread lord, innocence shall die! Yet...no matter what I do or how hard anticipation knocks She'll always just be a silent corpse in a box But it's not fair, sweet mother, not fair at all That you keep distant, when it's your name I call. I've tried my hardest, I've done my best But to remain silent?! Surely you jest! © 2015 Hannabal_Marie |
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Added on April 12, 2015 Last Updated on April 12, 2015 Tags: skyrim, cicero, game, gamer, gaming, nerd, hannabalxmarie, hannabal marie AuthorHannabal_MarieUnder your bed, CAAboutThe name's Hannabal Marie. I am a vaudevillian of sorts and a crazy cat lady who paints her face to Tom Waits. I live in my own world most of the time and I enjoy every minute of it. I am merely makin.. more..Writing
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