The Fall of the Laptop

Is there any moment as heart-wrenchingly awful as when your computer sputters it's final binary breath?


Has my lair been desecrated
From some penalty of pride?
I stand before you, devastated
My laptop, alas, has died

All my plans and machinations
Gone forever with the tide
Lost, are all my scribed frustrations
All because my laptop died

Lost forever in the ether
To my knees I fell and cried,
"Ye Gods! My dreams, my soul take neither!
For this curse, my laptop's died"

As I struggle without WiFi,
Strive to earn my daily bread
I'm starved to pen a tale, but why try?
My computer's cold and dead

Lady In Waiting

She sits in the corner, subdued and dismayed

irate at the tear in the dress that she made

as she waits for her suitor (she's waited for years)

she sings songs to herself while she holds back her tears

and another year passes, she's gone a bit mad

though she talks to the walls, she'll  now never be sad

and she'll never be lonely, not ever again

 with sanity absent her life can begin

With He

He smiles sweetly through his mask

He bids me drink his golden flask

The smell intoxicating grows

The scent of brandy fire flows

He smiles sweetly through his mask

Again i tell him all I've seen

He laughs aloud, his eyes flash green

His arm entraps my shivering form

His coldness keeps me fully warm

He sees me through his carriage door

Away with he, I ride once more

The drink within me starts to churn

I feel my throat begin to burn

As I fall, choking, to my knees

His laughter echoes in the breeze