Easter

Easter's lily is now in bloom,
And happiness will fill each room
Where families gather to spread great cheer,
Hoping for a fruitful year.

Gloucester

At first I fell for all his cunning lies,

And that was when I owned a pair of eyes.

Denial was the game I loved to play.

The ugly truth, I pushed it far away.

The child I favored least became my foe.

That fact has been the source of all my woe.

His allies plucked my eyes right from my head.

Without my sight I should be good as dead.

The son I wrongly shunned came to my aid.

The debt I owe will never be repaid.

Deserving of this favor I was not,

But Edgar’s kindness will not be for naught.

He helped me through my time of deep despair,

And treated me with gentleness so fair.

I did not know him from his queer disguise,

Yet he prevented me from sure demise.

Although my crime was careless, I reserve,
This misery is something I deserve.

The lesson I have learned from this decree

Is treat my children rather equally.

My vision now is better than before,

Despite the fateful punishment I've bore.

No eyes to witness beauty, pain, or strife

But now I clearly see the truths of life.

Take heed the wisdom I do now impart:
Be wary of the wishes of your heart.

[[This poem was written in Spring 2011 of my senior year in high school.]]