A Poem Based on Snicket's Dedications to Beatrice
"Darling, dearest, deepest desire
Dead as victims of enemy fire
My love for you shall live forever
You did not, again shall never
Your well-being I’d prefer
To the status quo, I’m sure
Butterflies and crows and gnats
Poe’s ravens, McElroy’s bats
Hearts do not lie, unlike knaves
And unlike you inside your grave
Life began at love and laughter
Your life ended soon thereafter
Your presence took away my breath
Just like fire before your death
Summer’s just as cold as winter
Match unlit, wood small and splintered
Love had caused my heart to break
And yours to stop so you’ll not wake
You were pretty and I was lonely
Pretty lonely, I, me only
Dead girls carry tales abound
So sorrowed boys can write them down
No one could put out the fire in your room
Nor the one in my heart, nary your groom
My love, your life, I’ll always cherish
Life’s been a nightmare since you perished"
