Kate S.

Mr. Schnair
English II
5-29-17

Creative Final

In Athens now the stage and scene are set

In four days hence, their time for love and bliss.
Spite! Me, I cannot help but feel regret
Over the loss of mine maids wedding kiss.

O Hermia, how I do long for you

Resplendent sun to my hearts darkest night.
Sweet Hermia, our hearts are one, not two
They beat in time, our blaze of love alight.

But your lord father shall not let this pass.

Your hand, he says, is for anothers grasp,
Despite that I in evry way surpass.
Still, love, do wait, til your hand may I clasp

So let us run away to meet our fates

Under the moon, where love and magick waits.