My Sweet Cornucopia

I am yours, your sweet cornucopia of romance. And where the day has fled next to ye, your guests indulged and no more than I…so everyday I’ve lead, would be less otherwise without thee.

Watching you from my window and ever more my trance has won, as well as I’m in-love I’m cased insolvent. These visions of you slowly brand me possessed; and such as they are, as great as you’ve been, then now I must lament for my maudlin shout is comprised…and now I don’t know if I should ask?

How many others have you embraced? Were they all as wanting or more than I *she closes her purple lids* seeing you in your emollient darkness and enticing mystery, does it not plague them?

*Stares in her obscurity, speaking ominously* should we all meet as yet I’m human, I shall rouse their deaths upon my envy…. Therefore close their haven, your treasure island, for everyplace resides your kin, I have been.

*There a Kindred eye rose* we all of us come of dawn, spending years wandering throughout our blameless selves. And our contemporary repercussions do not stand whilst we’re young and thence together, as our countless ages pass…

Our succession won this city and thus I am captured, in this lofty vertigo as I lean over mine veranda, and my competence drives whilst I hover over my pride. And in my delight there lay my formal sire, prepared to embrace me…as now I’m ready to confine you to me. Can you breath in this limited space I would indulge you? *He sweeps his arm before him, encircling the room*. To be the prisoner of this being you obsess? *True beside her, Reynold combs his hand through yellow gold* therefore, to become as you dread and more without me than even now? *He leans to taste her lips* forever to kiss my memory and not I? To be oppressed as now and all time that’s mine, by you?

*Meandering around her, his voice threatens* think better than to make threats against those I cherish. Them, who has everyone now been far longer mine than thee, fair Repunzal. *He caressed her cheek before turning his back*

(Begins italic) Begging whilst he lay her, Repunzal’s wound in moments running…his teeth now grazes once Reynold craves, of her casper skin and his blood flowing.(Ends Italic) She wakes before she dies, and love is no more to replace her isolation.