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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXJ12fKVcLw

And there she goes,

Dancing a ballet masquerade 

On an empty and cold glass stage -

Traipsing her forest floor footprints 

And plethora of picturesque portraits.

There’s an angel in there,

A Boudicca amongst the ferns

And a duchess atop a bed of thorns.

And though I do this much too often,

Illustrate odes to emulate the Shakespeare,

Though I expect she hears it much too often,

Foreign compliments across the table,

I still feel compelled to reassure,

Champions persevere.

Author's Note

For clarification,

"the Shakespeare" is an adjective, not a title.

Reviews

[Tora]

This one is one of my absolute favourites. I just can’t get past the imagery, it’s so beautifully written.