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Never Doubt (A Mad Girl Poem)
~ “Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt thou the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar.
But never doubt I love.” - Hamlet to Ophelia from Hamlet by William Shakespeare. ~
Somewhere along the ridges of the wood.
The fae still play the ballad’s song of a tragic love.
Of a handsome prince with a large amount of pride in his soul.
Of a humble maiden whose heart turned to stone.
This story was recited for many years.
Over time, sky, sea and land.
From Titania’s lips to Queen Mabe’s ears.
And to my hands to play the ballad of so long ago.
Of a man who allowed his sinful pride to openly corrupt his soul.
And leave a broken hearted Ophelia alone.
They were young, as we all once were;
Most stories like their’s always start with the young of mind, heart and soul.
A prideful prince full of tension bundled up inside of his nerves, heart, mind and body.
Snapping and breaking down anyone that crossed his path.
No longer a knight, but too high-strung to be a king.
He was somewhere in-between unable to focus on who he should truly be.
And then there was her, different, insecure, alone in a world with many oppurtunities.
No mother to speak kind words of advice to her.
A father whose knowledge stretched as far as the mental disorders let him.
And so she was alone, though she did have friends--
But those kind were of the fairweathered persuasion.
And for the sake of this tale, not necessary to mention.
Through circumstances, fate and the Gods stories in the stars.
This maiden and prince met somehow, not sure how or why.
But they did and in doing so.
They brought each other to life.
They were inseperable, never wanting to be apart.
Two broken halves of a once shattered heart, found each other at last.
Causing the fissures and cracks to seal and close.
Bringing them together and making them for the first time, in a long time, whole.
But fairytales don’t always live happily ever after.
Just as the brothers of the Grimm tellings, they’ll set you straight on the subject.
And so these two star-crossed lovers, doomed from the start their love doth ended.
Breaking and shattering their once mended hearts.
A ring was sealed inside of it’s ring box which fit like a coffin.
And sleeping pills were the only escape from a unhappy ending.
Plans for marriage were soon called off, cancelled and never set again..
All because of a prideful prince of corrupt yore.
And a girl with something to prove in her heart.
They went their seperate ways and severed so many ties.
Even as I write this tale down I know they still think of the other.
Love is as boundless as the sea.
Or have they forgotten that I know?
I will never name a name, or tell a soul what I have seen play before my eyes.
All I have left to say, is to these two nameless lovers I am greatly ashamed.
Ashamed to have known either of you, equally the same.
Both of your selfish prides got in the way of your hearts desires.
And so you gave up, gave in, took off the ring and called it quits?
Where would we all be with such a tired logic?
We would have all surely given up on “happily ever after” by now.
An arguement.
A disagreement.
Tears are cried.
Screams are heard.
Phone calls are never returned.
A ring returned inside of it’s casket marked box.
And sleeping pills are welcomed into this poor drowning Ophelia’s mouth.
And the marrige is cancelled because of their selfish games.
Of the tragic prince and maiden doth played.
Both are at fault, as the story doth reads.
And the ballad plays on through the years, if only one is willing to lend their ears.
I have listened to it play many and many times to some degree;
I wish it didn’t always end the same.
But it does and it always will end that way.
In tragedy’s menacing grasp rather than true love’s fate.
I wish I didn’t know-- But I do, and so the story must be told.
And so here I am reciting it for all to see, including the ones of which I speak.
Hopefully, hopefully they will not be angry with me.
I am simply the messanger, the courier of this tale.
It was they whom played their parts and constructed the story’s final act on the stage.
I had no say in any of that.
And so I watch the sunset on another night.
And the moon sings of lost memories, as the sun allowed her to sing her operatic tune again.
And Ophelia’s leaps from her willow tree’s bough, welcomed home to a watery grave.
Hamlet killed for the sake of killing all in the name of insanity.
Juliet plunges her knife into her chest, letting it rust, letting her die.
Romeo was a killer too but we must all forget meager things like that?
For in the real world, their are no happily ever afters.
Only sad tragic tales of love won and love lost.
Of sad and lonely men and women and the parts they doth play.
So I say I say goodnight, my carriage is coming-- Queen Mabe and I must go!
Parting adieu sweet darlings, I love you all.
But the curtain is closing, and I take my final bow.
Just take this peace of advice, when falling deeping in love.
With someone who is or is not quite all the more sane.
Take this advice and never forget, never lose it, never give up.
But most importantly: Never doubt.
But never doubt I love.” - Hamlet to Ophelia from Hamlet by William Shakespeare. ~
Somewhere along the ridges of the wood.
The fae still play the ballad’s song of a tragic love.
Of a handsome prince with a large amount of pride in his soul.
Of a humble maiden whose heart turned to stone.
This story was recited for many years.
Over time, sky, sea and land.
From Titania’s lips to Queen Mabe’s ears.
And to my hands to play the ballad of so long ago.
Of a man who allowed his sinful pride to openly corrupt his soul.
And leave a broken hearted Ophelia alone.
They were young, as we all once were;
Most stories like their’s always start with the young of mind, heart and soul.
A prideful prince full of tension bundled up inside of his nerves, heart, mind and body.
Snapping and breaking down anyone that crossed his path.
No longer a knight, but too high-strung to be a king.
He was somewhere in-between unable to focus on who he should truly be.
And then there was her, different, insecure, alone in a world with many oppurtunities.
No mother to speak kind words of advice to her.
A father whose knowledge stretched as far as the mental disorders let him.
And so she was alone, though she did have friends--
But those kind were of the fairweathered persuasion.
And for the sake of this tale, not necessary to mention.
Through circumstances, fate and the Gods stories in the stars.
This maiden and prince met somehow, not sure how or why.
But they did and in doing so.
They brought each other to life.
They were inseperable, never wanting to be apart.
Two broken halves of a once shattered heart, found each other at last.
Causing the fissures and cracks to seal and close.
Bringing them together and making them for the first time, in a long time, whole.
But fairytales don’t always live happily ever after.
Just as the brothers of the Grimm tellings, they’ll set you straight on the subject.
And so these two star-crossed lovers, doomed from the start their love doth ended.
Breaking and shattering their once mended hearts.
A ring was sealed inside of it’s ring box which fit like a coffin.
And sleeping pills were the only escape from a unhappy ending.
Plans for marriage were soon called off, cancelled and never set again..
All because of a prideful prince of corrupt yore.
And a girl with something to prove in her heart.
They went their seperate ways and severed so many ties.
Even as I write this tale down I know they still think of the other.
Love is as boundless as the sea.
Or have they forgotten that I know?
I will never name a name, or tell a soul what I have seen play before my eyes.
All I have left to say, is to these two nameless lovers I am greatly ashamed.
Ashamed to have known either of you, equally the same.
Both of your selfish prides got in the way of your hearts desires.
And so you gave up, gave in, took off the ring and called it quits?
Where would we all be with such a tired logic?
We would have all surely given up on “happily ever after” by now.
An arguement.
A disagreement.
Tears are cried.
Screams are heard.
Phone calls are never returned.
A ring returned inside of it’s casket marked box.
And sleeping pills are welcomed into this poor drowning Ophelia’s mouth.
And the marrige is cancelled because of their selfish games.
Of the tragic prince and maiden doth played.
Both are at fault, as the story doth reads.
And the ballad plays on through the years, if only one is willing to lend their ears.
I have listened to it play many and many times to some degree;
I wish it didn’t always end the same.
But it does and it always will end that way.
In tragedy’s menacing grasp rather than true love’s fate.
I wish I didn’t know-- But I do, and so the story must be told.
And so here I am reciting it for all to see, including the ones of which I speak.
Hopefully, hopefully they will not be angry with me.
I am simply the messanger, the courier of this tale.
It was they whom played their parts and constructed the story’s final act on the stage.
I had no say in any of that.
And so I watch the sunset on another night.
And the moon sings of lost memories, as the sun allowed her to sing her operatic tune again.
And Ophelia’s leaps from her willow tree’s bough, welcomed home to a watery grave.
Hamlet killed for the sake of killing all in the name of insanity.
Juliet plunges her knife into her chest, letting it rust, letting her die.
Romeo was a killer too but we must all forget meager things like that?
For in the real world, their are no happily ever afters.
Only sad tragic tales of love won and love lost.
Of sad and lonely men and women and the parts they doth play.
So I say I say goodnight, my carriage is coming-- Queen Mabe and I must go!
Parting adieu sweet darlings, I love you all.
But the curtain is closing, and I take my final bow.
Just take this peace of advice, when falling deeping in love.
With someone who is or is not quite all the more sane.
Take this advice and never forget, never lose it, never give up.
But most importantly: Never doubt.
Published 5th Apr 2014
| Edited 10th Apr 2014
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