Narrating is a cat with hardly a purr and poop in its fur
Sounds somewhat
obscure, quite a spectacle I am sure
The
Internet bred me while women’s need fed me
Let us move
on to the story of a tyrant most deadly:
He would
bare his sharp teeth, a fist clenched uptight
Of fright,
she showed none, she was not that bright
He set
alight this brood mare robbing him of his might
He will now
take a younger one, his newest delight
Ah, more
details you require to better comprehend
He is most
definitely not this feral creature’s friend
He is a
friend to no one, yet praised from far by all
A tyrant’s
will that is not met will bring about a fall
A simple
girl, a fragile thing, human frailty manifest
Though the
tart had heart, she shared it with the rest
Thought
herself smart enough to let his patience test
Her end was
like a napalm blossom, to that I must attest
A lover
cloaked in obscurity, a figure etched in paint
In a cage
for all eternity so that the memory shan’t faint
Cinder crushed
with colors’ flow in the image of a saint
You may
think that image gruesome, he thinks it ain’t
Strong words and a fascinating take on the poem to a length that appears distant, but still comforts the individual's comprehension and matter of intelligence.
ReplyDeleteI guess the cat had a general idea of what happened, but its a little short on details and a few elements of the original are missing, such as the Duke's tendency to re-marry. But very enjoyable versions of the portrait and the immortalization of the Last Duchess. Also colorful language and rhyme.
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