Rewritten! 'Anna my dear I'm beginning to worry...' |
The Aeneid –Part IV And the Queen, whose eyes were red, Was draped in pain across her bed. Wounded by a passion She couldn’t see, She sat sadly up, and put her head on her knees. Her thoughts were on the day before, When Aeneus came knocking at their door Oh his fine face Had taken her in, And in so doing made her head spin. As Dawn was pushing down the night Apollo’s torch shining about its bloody light Dido turned to Anna Who patiently tried To understand her sister’s wanton cries. “Oh woe is me! Alas! Alack! Why can’t that wretch give my heart back? His face is so noble! And just look at that arm! You can tell from this he’s no pleb off a farm. Anna my dear, I’m beginning to worry Just thinking of him gets my heart in a flurry. It beats far too fast; I’m unable to sleep! This cannot work! I’ve a kingdom to keep! Not that I’m thinking it would work anyway Because you know my poor husband took my heart that day… When Pygy killed him – OH good gods! so tired was I of our torch and our bed Why is this dude stuck in my head?” And Anna watched with a sceptical eye As Dido lamented with tears and cries. But the repeated pleas For the pallid shades, Made Anna pray to Zeus it was just a phase. “Blast me to Erebus! –or if not Send me somewhere I can rot!” Dido sobbed again. And silver drops fell from her eyes And she watched the sun with fire dying deep inside. |