A Midsummer Nightmare



In a forest under black fog enters

Four lovestruck souls, under the gaze of fay

Of those, two who disturb with their banter

with narrowed eyes, they descend upon prey


Faeries take the shape of Demetrius

Taunting Helena with lies and deceit

Yet she still believes in Demetrius

Irked, they leave Helena dead at their feet


As a ghost, she rises from her body

To follow her love as fair Hermia

Possessing Hermia without folly

Lysander weeps without an idea


With lovers losing life over lost love

With two last breaths, Helena’s deed is done