In the Uk as children we study Shakespeare. The books I had to read were The Chaucer Tales and Macbeth.
To be honest this poem I wrote filled with passion, a dramatic story which I will include as a part of the bonus podcast of The Power of Love this February.
Poem Drop by Drop by Parker the Poet in Kent
You cannot save a Soul who sold
His soul to desire of death by droplets,
Of laced red wine,
His fingers around the goblet,
Bewitched blinded by the screams of lust,
Dragged by the collar as he kneels
Before a temptress of deceitfulness,
Only waiting to take the throne,
As the delights are filled with rancid,
Worms to cook his belly,
Till it is full,
Till the night becomes day,
Till the heartbeat and time stop.
Stripped naked lying hopeless
As the shade of grey takes hold
Wake up Wake up Wakeup
Walk away from the chains,
That surround your throat,
Scream no more in the daylight
Wake-up was the the call
Deaf In a left ear as his head pounded
The pain of desire had take hold
Only visions of the maggots as they
Revelled in the rotting flesh,
Wake up wake up wake up
You silly fool,
Wake-up wake-up wake-up
Listen to the cackles, the deceit behind
Her snake like tongue
Or drink or drink some more
Till death comes knocking
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