Elegiac Fragments // Last Updated 27.July.2007

Written in tetrameter with a simple rhyme scheme.

Scrapped because the lines are too short, and I want my elegy to be more like that Shelley's "Adonais." And it sucks, too.

Here is no procession, only
This lone weeping girl with eyes by
Sorrow stained in this lonely
Hell created by her own--a lie
Told to soothe her, to blind, but still
She sees that this Death is all real.

But this sorrow is hollow and
Selfish as curses to tyrants
Hurled, and by this death no land
Is won or lost. For though loss grants
Us some understanding, it will
Not grant a lie so trivial.

Written in the same format as Shelley's "Adonais" (eight lines of pentameter followed by one line of hexameter).

Scrapped because it sucks -- the tone is inconsistent and the imagery non-existent.

She was pure and noble, in spite of birth
So simple only I remember the
Date, but I was not there--was she the fourth
Or first or last to breath alone? To me,
She was the only one--the only one,
But she was Rhianon, my White Lady,
Subject to that terrible Lord. He 'lone
Could make her leave. Jake Snake was her daddy,
Molly Rae her mama--but she was still my lady.

Rhianon--Rhianon--you let me catch
You, trap you in this temporality
Framed by eternities--a red patch
On his painted veil. O, baby, was I
Worth a life framed in pain and quick end?
O, baby, no--no--never me, not for
You--you deserved one you could depend
And give you the moon and stars--a red core
Of a dead world--a diamond in gold--and just more.