Sonnet 1
Hey! This is the first of my Sonnet Series! Please read, and let me know what can be improved, etc.
Series: Sonnet Series
Title: Time for Everything
Rating: PG
Fandom: Elisabeth
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee. -Shakespeare
He pities Father Time. The poor old man (old, yes, but time means little to the bearer of time) is in charge of watching the people of the world grow aged. He controls when their bones begin to give out. He controls when their babies are born.
But in the end, it all leads back to Death. Death must take the people into his arms when Father Time has deemed them unneeded in the world of today. He must carry them away, their misfortunes weighing him down and making his bones tired.
But Death cannot grow old. He is forever young, blond, agile, strong, loving, caring, spiting, hating, and dying. Each day, he dies. Yet he has no blissful heaven or terrible hell to wait for him at the end of his journey. Instead, he must continue on, damned and blessed forever.
He watches her, his love, his Empress, his Elisabeth. And she doesn’t know that he feels this way, this love for her. Yes, she knows that he is there; ready to catch her when she falls. But she, an adolescent with the spirit of the ages, is far too inexperienced to understand how he feels for her.
And so, he watches her, his beautiful young Elisabeth. For now, she appears only a few years younger than he is. But soon, lines will crease her lovely face. Father Time will claim her for his own, changing her youthful beauty in to something far wiser.
And then, Death will come to whisk her away, as he always must do.