In English class, we've preparing to read Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare, and one of the ways my teacher decided to prepare us was to have us study and write our own sonnets. Sonnets, if you don't know, have three quatrains of four lines which follow an a-b-a-b rhyming scheme, followed by a couplet with an a-a rhyming scheme (so that the whole scheme ends up being a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g). Each quatrain makes a separate point, and the couplet sums the whole thing up. (I think that sonnets are supposed to be written in iambic pentameter as well, because mine sound kinda choppy, but my teacher never mentioned that. Plus I only had about fifteen minutes. So yeah.)
My teacher had us write our first sonnet yesterday. Being that it was Thursday, the seventh, the day after Wednesday, the sixth, the day that "Do No Harm" aired, the events of that episode became my topic.
So I present my tribute to Boone - two incredibly crappy sonnets, one in Shannon's POV, the other in Boone's. I like Shannon's better, but they both suck, so whatever. I feel like I need a tribute to my beloved. Rest in peace, mon amour.
"I Was Gone as You Lay Dying"
My days of happiness are now through,
Replaced by suffering and sorrow.
My broken heart sheds tears for you,
And I wonder how I will make it to tomorrow.
I was gone as you lay dying,
Crying out my name.
But, you see, so hard, I was trying
To forget you; that was my aim.
Everything seemed so perfect when Sayid and I returned;
It seemed that nothing could go wrong.
But it was too soon that I learned
That perfection only lasts so long.
I came back to camp today
To find that you had gone away.
"Just One More Minute"
Just one more minute, that's all I need,
I have to tell him where we are.
John begs me to get out, but his warning I do not heed;
Then I'm falling, oh so far.
Jack swears that he won't let me die,
But all I want is for the pain to go away.
He won't see it, though - he has to try
To save a life that will be gone by day.
I want Shannon; there are so many things I must confess:
How much I don't regret Sydney's events,
How sorry I am about this whole mess.
But, alas! My dying wish, her absence prevents.
Oh, God, she's still not here, and I'm about to die.
Please, Jack, tell Shannon that I -