Dost Thou Know, My Son

Dost Thou Know, My Son?

Dost Thou Know Thy father ere thy birth?

That he hath killed treacherous snakes

that he hath slain beasts of blood and battle?

I prithee forgive me

Thy soul be pure from my actions

The war was for thee and all

For freedom

Freed from plagues and woes

Freed from tyranny and villainous foes

Verily I tell thee

I thank thee, my Son

Thou fueled my fire

Under the grace of My Majesty

Who sits on His Throne

I live and take breath

And disperse unto thee

Like My Master who hath done for me

But I'm not like He

I'm nothing like He

For He hath uttered words of destruction

Freed from damnation

Only for us

Dost Thou Know, My Son?

Dost Thou Know Thy Father ere thy birth?

If thou even existed, my own Son.

But thou never were.

Only my Master's Son existed.

I prithee forgive me like He did.

Author's Note

I'm a little rusty from Shakespearean.

Reviews

[zainul]

You have recreated Shakespeare in this piece.
Very well penned.
Enjoyed reading.

[Hayden]

Thank you, good sir!

[zainul]

You are most welcome,talented poet! :)