More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 72: Interlude 2
(Crown of Sonnets 6)

These fickle rhymes shall grow, continue on
As if some master pen compels the drama
Towards another scene, in which the pawn
That is our bard will strut his melodrama
In one outburst of fine soliloquy;
So far, we've listened to his wondrous lines
Enraptured by his wordy brilliancy,
As we bore silent witness on the sidelines.
Our sympathies are with you, suff'ring poet;
You need not bear alone your agony;
We've listened to your countless vows; we know it
Can feel as if your deep paternity
      Imprisons you to rue such bitter cost,
      That you should feel yourself so tempest-tossed.

(To be continued...)

A/N: This piece is more of an aside acknowledging the audience (the reader) feeling for the poet... I feel kind of sorry for the poet, actually...