The Tragedy of Lover's Woe: A Play in Five Acts

Just something I messed around with in high school--whoa I make it sound like an oft-recalled ex-girlfriend.

THE TRAGEDY OF LOVER’S WOE
          A Play in Five Acts

 

 

     PROLOGUE
When the stage is longer field
And the valleys cannot yield,
The end of dearer times, and foe
Are near, as well as lover’s woe
For in forgotten past release
Never was so little peace
That could not let Freedom go—
Thus, the scene of lover’s woe
And in that flowering affair
When the cast of burdened player
Drowned the grassy seed below
Set the act of lover’s woe.
     ACT I
So bright and colourful I see
The costumed bride in ecstasy
Who shines beyond the lights of the house
With beauty silent, like a mouse
Who creeps unto the darkened floor
To find a crumb or something more
And vacates from the heavy trees
That tempt not her aching knees
In shaded region of the day;
To sleep without what I pray—
In the field that keeps me home
And the orchard – all alone.
That built the very stage we sing
And all the seats and ev’rything
And all the towers of the set
And all the curtains of regret
That hides the past of tomorrow
And the face of lover’s woe
     ACT II
The candle burns at both ends bright
Shedding endless – dying light
Into the darkness of the scene
That breaks the silence of serene
Destroying my soliloquy
In it’s entirety;
Stealing the lips of my audience
Through the holes within the fence
That gaurds the store of the play
And those within the blossomed affray—
Without success so the rats scurry
Beneath their soles in a hurry
To scavenge all the soiled grass;
To survive Time – the Very Last.
And see their children grow to be
Outside their primitive belief
That the world will never know
Of all the Deaths in lover’s woe.
     ACT III
The tragedy of my Drama-prose
Is not beyond what she knows;
Rather, inspired by her eyes
And her quiet-kept surprise
That stole my heart like a mouse
And swept my soul beneath the House
Quiet! oh Silent, graceful one
Let not be your speech undone
Until the cues are said
Or until my scene is dead
And buried in the field of green
With the stone of my scene:
That no drape shall fold my sight
Before ovations sing our rights
And welcome once again,
The coming of another End;
For dramatics ‘writ in constant flow
[Always] Have the theme of lover’s woe.
     ACT IV
The bells doth toll at laughter stock
Yet in the balcoy they mock—
The providence and sanity
Of the Hero’s vanity—
The tragic flaw unseen til now
By the bridge upon his brow
And confusion in his gaze
Like a rat – in a maze;
A maze like a wooded field
Without weapon, without shield
Into the scene where blood doth fall
And stain the purest of her pall,
Where the Hero dies like night
Falling to the mourning light
In the field, in the grass
Alone, alone; alas, Alas!
But where’s the maiden, the Hero’s beau?
Trapped; confused, in lover’s woe!
     ACT V
And carried out on shoulders high
Our Hero valiantly has died.
And the crowd doth shed a tear
For his efforts in his fear
To lose the matchings of his need
That another compared to greed
And choked his helpless victim soul
Without meter, nor control.
So his verse became blank words,
And the mice turned into birds,
And the audience stared in awe
Amazed at the grace they say
In the villain’s victory: sweet—
Swept the maiden off her feet
And rode into the sunset dark
With a shadow o’er their heart;
So the Hero is the Foe
In the Play of Lover’s Woe?
     EPILOGUE
Empty is the theatre now,
And the house lights are down.
The crowd still whispers, “Did you know,”
“Did you know the end of Lover’s Woe?”
And asleep is the stage,
But never is the Hero’s rage
Who lost his pride to his Foe
In the Tragedy of Lover’s Woe;
And the mice sleep in the grass
And our villain dreams at last
“At last, I will not wake to know
All the pain of lover’s woe,”