Venerated Wont of Lunacy

Welcome to the Venerated Wont of Luncay which contains the poetry and writings of drago. I've added a little more, but basically this helps me keep track of all the work I do with my writing. All the poetry and writing here, unless otherwise noted, has been written by me, drago, and no one else. Feel free to comment on them.

Today's Poem is...

Compare me not to a storm

Compare me not to a storm
such is not my temperment
nor is a calm, quiet night.

Weather rages, or weather is calm
such is not my temperment
for I am no lightning, no wind.

My voice is not like music
such sounds I do not, can not make
nor the lapping waves of the ocean.

Echos of beauty flatter me, but
such sounds I do not, can not make
for I am neither the tide nor song.

Compare me not to a storm
nor a clam, quiet night.
My voice is not like music
nor the lapping waves of the ocean.

Such is not my temperment
Such sounds I do not, can not make.

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