14-Sep-2000

What do you do when your English class is watching the Zefferelli version of Hamlet and you just saw the Branagh version? Why, write a poem about GW that sounds Shakespearian, of course. :) So, yeah.
That's what I did in English class today. I just don't like Mel Gibson as Hamlet. However, I love the girl playing Ophelia.

Regardless of all of that nonsense, here's the poem thingie.

Title: Shinigami's Poetic Justice
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: poem, yaoi and het hints, slight angst
Pairings: implied 1+R
Rating: G
Warnings: I was watching the Mel Gibson/Franko Zefferelli version of Hamlet while writing. Be warned.
Spoilers: Tiny, tiny ones, I suppose. If you don't know Relena's title or about Heero's "title" and injuries, then, well, you don't watch much.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that.
Notes: This poem is best read while listening to Mozart.

 

 

Shinigami's Poetic Justice by Jenny&Kimmie

 

A flight of fancy never taken;
ne'er a mission been forsaken...
Thou doth not love me and I ask why,
but I know another hath caught your eye.
But she knows not of your little whims,
o'er your life she's only skimmed.
She fascinates you, so why can't I?
She's Queen of the World, I but die.
A God of Death I am as such;
she'll never know so much.
Now will you if you keep such look
o'er her life to replace your's she took,
yet I see you and the way you act,
while she is but a master of tact.
I know I have not all her charms,
but I want more to be in his arms.

Oh, Queen, my queen, can you not see
that he is better suit for me?
Obsession and obsession doth not make love,
though hate to love may to hate's love rove.
Must I beseech thee that thou do forget
of the heave he gives your bosom get?
Forgive me but what I say and do
to try to take him away from you.
I dare not guess of what your cause,
but how can you not see his flaws?
He is but a soldier, perfect as possible,
breaks every bone, yet skips on the hospital.
Perfect poetry in motion, every muscle,
every inch of skin, ready for skirmish or tussle.
Oh, my queen, I do entreat that thou forget him so.
Give me patience, time, his willing mind, then I'll leave you go.

 


Owari. ^__~

Jenny&Kimmie

 


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