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The Death of Prospero
Thursday, April 27, 2006
This poem will sound silly if you haven't read The Tempest. The Tempest, in my opinion, would have been better off a tragedy. So I rewrote the ending :)

The Death of Prospero

Prospero hangs his mantle now
And Sycorax cackles how
His magics cease to shackle her
To vengeance she will stir

Sycorax summons Caliban
Half devil and half man
She buys him with her promises
Miranda will be his

Together they slay Ariel
Weeping as he fell
And set for dauntless Prospero
A trap before he goes

Hearing his slain servant's voice
Prospero has no choice
Quickly gagged and tied up tight
Prospero cannot fight

In horror he is forced to watch
Miranda as she's caught
Caliban now makes a bed
Miranda will be wed

Yet Prospero has one last chant
He motions with bound hands
His life is lost as per the spell
His soul now bound for hell

Yet one more life the spell requires
And Caliban expires
Miranda takes his wicked axe
Dispatching Sycorax

Ferdinand at last arrives
Miranda falls and cries
For hanging there above her head
Her father now is dead.



OK, so it's silly anyways. It was fun to write though.

1 Comments:

Anonymous said...

Not silly at all. :)

4/27/2006 9:50 PM  

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