A
torment of emotions have I lately experienced
through
the unending quest to save my brother’s life.
I
put my trust in a friar I thought I knew,
Only
to discover he is a far more powerful man.
My
main abettor is a mystery to me, but now wants to be my groom.
I
find these actions conflicting.
That
he who would help me would also call me a storyteller.
He
told me tales of my brother’s death
while
my brother yet breathed air in the room next.
It
seems to me that the man who became two,
May
indeed be two in one.
From
whence does this proposal stem?
The
royal duke or the humble friar?
It
seems to me that this strange figure,
who
caused much ado only to undo his mischief,
is
not one to be trusted with my body and mind.
Though
much gratitude to this man I do owe
‘tis
not enough to wed tomorrow.
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