Wow, it's my first non-humorous Labyrinth poem. Imagine that! And again, Production Engineering class is responsible for it all. Maybe this is a sign...or maybe Toyota Production Planning is just that boring. Either way, I've come out with something new. Enjoy!
Oh, and exnay on the owningbay of Labyrinthiay. Oi vey...
I Shed No Tears
I shed no tears for the Goblin King
I disdain the squeamish act.
For he's a man with a heart of stone
Titanium grade, in fact.
There's never a crack in his visage
A stonemason's dream come true.
He never ages, never grows old
Never weathers to a greenish hue.
I sometimes wish he were a statue,
It would explain his many quirks:
Why he never smiles, never frowns,
(never turns my world all upside-down)
He only focuses on his work.
Even when I rant and rave
His eyes stay cold as ice.
My fiery words can never thaw,
My soul cannot entice.
o.O.o
It's enough to make me dare to dream
Of his most abominable end.
Perhaps a knife, a poisoned dart
A bullet to the head?
Why does he not show even a smidge
Of blatant human joy?
Or sadness or anger or heck, even lust
Any emotion to employ?
Once I dared to ask him why,
Why he hides behind a shell
Of stone-cold, iron indifference
While his life goes straight to hell.
The answer that he granted me
Gave me word for pause.
"It's because I know the truth, dear girl
Love is a hopeless cause."
o.O.o
And then he proceeded to spin the tale
Of a love within the stars.
Willing to make the world fall down
In a span of thirteen hours.
He said he'd grant her every wish,
He said he'd be her slave.
But she had to spurn his offer,
Dash his hopes into the grave.
And with a sad smirk he then declared
"But that was yet to be the end.
I followed her around the world
Hoping for a change upon the wind."
With every No another blot
Was cast unto my heart.
With every refusal, every slap
My soul would fall apart.
o.O.o
But the killing blow, I'd have to say,
Came in two years time.
It was then she went along and placed
Her life upon the line.
She said I was a horrid beast,
How could I have a soul?
For I had driven her to insanity
This was to be the final blow.
I'm afraid I did not comprehend
Until it was too late.
With tears in her eyes, hate on her lips
She met her final fate.
The gunshot echoed off the walls
Forever in my mind.
Along with the words "I hate you Jareth!
You have no heart you swine!"
o.O.o
Now that his tale had been concluded
He turned and walked away.
Leaving me to face the cracks
That have been there every day.
I know now that he was once a man
Who dared to live and dream.
But now he's gone, he's locked away
By a gunshot's violent scream.
He traded in his heart for stone,
Protection from the world.
And one girl's refusal to see him through
Has caused this mannequin to unfurl.
And now I shed no tears for the Goblin King,
I disdain the squeamish act.
For he's a man with a heart of stone,
And I blame the girl for that.
Please, if anyone knows how I can put spaces between stanzas, TELL ME! It's starting to get on my nerves...