Title: Amok Rhyme
Author: Farfalla, the kitten in a mitten
Contact: blueberrysnail@yahoo.com
Series: TOS
Pairing: K/S
Rating: Poetry?
Archive: Yeah sure spread the luv ;-) but somebody tell me about it first (if it's someone other than the regular ASCEM folks)? ;-D
My K/S website: http://spirk.cosmicduckling.com
Summary: Amok Time in verse form from the point of view of our beloved hybrid Vulcan...

Disclaimer: The entire Trek universe belongs to Paramount and will not suffer much from the poking and prodding of our curious collective imaginations. We mean our beloved characters no harm and think that quite possibly they enjoy the variety ;-)



AMOK RHYME

My love was stoic, silent
For his sake, my heart I'd cheat
But then my pure affection
Turned to danger from my heat

I resisted all I could
Vulcan strength fought Vulcan blood
And I went to seek my bride
Before I'm swept away in flood

As we stood on native sand,
I prepared to quench my flame
But the girl threw out her hand,
Smugly challenging my claim

In a ritual centuries old
There are paths to every end
But instead of what was right,
I was forced to fight my friend

By that point, all I knew
Was that I had to win T'Pring
Never mind while I am healthy
That she doesn't mean a thing

For too long had I desired
In my arms this man to clasp
But I'm lost inside the fever
Twist his neck within my grasp

I meant my touch to give him pleasure
It brought horror to us both
With him lying dead beside me
I rejected my betrothed

With a lack of light about me
I returned up to the sky
I'd destroyed the love I needed
Now I was prepared to die

Golden standing there before me!
Smiling with a solar shine
Was that daring Terran angel
Captain, all my life is thine!

Through miracle and doctor's cunning
I hadn't sinned as I had thought
But now there was the question,
Did he want the bond I sought?

He is mine in passion with no end,
For I have loved my Captain and my friend.

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Interesting thought: That famous line in the episode that the last line of my poem mirrors is in iambic pentameter (da DUM x5). That's the same meter that Shakespeare used to write in (rather obsessively). This is not the only Shakespearean moment in Amok Time, is it, now? ;-) Anyone remember the sleeping potion from Romeo and Juliet, the most *famous* "star-crossed" (if you'll excuse the disgusting pun, hehe) lovers of all time? Good thing Friar McCoy was there to save the day, eh ;-)

*splash* that's the sound of the happy butterfly kitten leaping back out of the water, clutching her newly caught sardine proudly between her teeth....


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