World's Exile

[Taika of Narfell]

I started it in a literature class, in which we discussed Shakespeare. I continued it in a class on folk narratives. I'm sure it shows in the references.

When I started this short balladic thing I was sleep-deprived and somewhat depressed, as I'm sure you can tell. I am not in the habit of posting depressed poetry these days, but I'm rather happy with how this turned out in terms of form and words. It's not all that bad, really, so I'm posting it anyways.

Thanks to Ishan/Veshannatax for the title

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A fantastic flight of fancy
in a world of greys and blues,
soaring on the wings of chance, I
flee from bleak and hungry hues.

Cleopatra had her cobra
and Ophelia her stream
I shall merely sit, observing,
as my life rips at its seams.

Like a Lear of modern ages
doubting his identity
on display: regret, forgiveness
with a child's simplicity.

And the void remains awaiting,
my departure is foretold.
As I tread the dreaded pathway
birds will sing: "Be bold, be bold!"

Glass-entombed in lonely quarters
people watch but do not see,
lentils thus remain in ashes
sleeping an eternity.