This was meant to be in the same style as Marlowe's "The Passionate Shepherd and His Love". Obviously my structuring isn't too great if looked at as an elegy (maybe I should have changed the title) because I have alternating line lengths that aren't consistent :(.

Oh well, I tried my best.

Comment: Your best isn't good enough!

Yeah well..

I happened [stumbled] upon her one day,

Clad in a muddied dress, in disarray.

Damsel why on this floor dost thou lie?

Reply, I am alive? I am ali-

Deaden thy waggling tongue fair maid

Such babble thou spews forth! Her mumblings fade.

I have but one request to make of thee,

I am lost in thy beauty. Decay. [Me].

Come live with me! This, my sole inquiry,

In forbidden love we shall live merrily.

We will drain the green from bloated mounds,

Sit upon rocks of lover’s gone, no bounds.

I will make thee a bed of black poppies

And burnt orange lilies, they will not freeze

In callous night, they will survive. [Survive]

Unlike before, only now will our love thrive.

Reply, I am alive I am ali-

A hollow, frigid, unfeeling reply,

Quoth I with frustration. Rosy leaves

Run down thy dress in a neat line. [Disease].

Silence your vain angry interjections

Confounded mind! I see no reflections

Of myself in her weary clouded eyes,

Nor do I feel any warmth in her thighs.

Nor care I. The day is cold. I am old.

She loves me. My promises have her sold.

Her skeletal hands do gracefully move

As she says, Come live with me, be my love.