Enriched with self-made terms, dwindle and hint;
Deep wonderment at his works still runs rife,
Love’s passion flames, my soul of steel meets flint
The London Stage calls to him Stratford-born,
A fam’ly left behind in his desire,
The stage of Rose, Globe, Curtain he’ll adorn,
With tales as vast and great as deadly fire
A charlatan and poet made his way
Past plagues, kings, queens and death’s own cold embrace
His works stand high upon our lives today
Notable as the grave we daren’t deface
Great joy fills cracks and canyons in my heart
As I delve into William Shakespeare’s art!