The Dark House
"Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you,
deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do;..."
As you like it
so it will be.
So we said in cadence each to each,
dark and deep our eyes' forsaken night,
smoky our sighed, incited, worn insights,
and yet nothing was; indeed
nothing could be,
for we were whips alone, and well
deserving of the darkest home.
Now the sixth age flips
its skeletal slippery pantomime,
the mirror's jest, the frankly fumbled lines;
never jealous enough
in honor or enough bold,
sans heart, sans mind,
sans everything but role.
(Do you not know
I was a woman?)
So I speak to myself in this room of the voided cheek,
as false as the vows made in wine I used to seek.
“Men have died from time to time,
and worms have eaten them, but not for love.”
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Both quotes from As You Like It, by William Shakespeare, as well as several other lines extrapolated here, including the ones concerning the sixth age, the woman remark, and of course, the last lines.
Image: So Long As You Like It, © Liz Huston via internet. No copyright infringement intended