What I Learned At Shakespeare Camp

[gogollescent]

This sonnet inspired by the unforgettable line, "Her skin was white, like the bones of his comrades, eaten by the birds", as observed by a VAMPIRE PRINCE of a BEAUTEOUS HUMAN PRINCESS.

Shall I compare thee to a raven's lunch?
Thou art more pale and more limp of wrist:
Rough molds do mar dead cheeks, and the sweet crunch
Of bones fades swiftly in

Comments

[clodia_metelli]

... once I have written this chapter, I should really write the necromancy story. Hm.

*goes back to throwing you into Harm's Way*

[gogollescent]

*feels INSPIRATIONAL*

*is gnawed by ravens*

[clodia_metelli]

*feels GUILTY*

*not where you are now, you're not*

[gogollescent]

*smug*

*...is cold and grave and still and draped over all with pale gold?*

[ignoblebard]

Absolutely the best sonnet written to a corpse I have ever, and shall ever, read. Two crow bitten thumbs up!

[gogollescent]

*bows flourishingly, hopes your tendons will recover eventually from the, er, friendly nips?*