The Tragedy of Pyramus and Thisbe

Written by xInSaNexBlOoDyxPrInCeSs

In the land of Babylon, where the white dove sings

There lived Pyramus and Thisbe: a fine couple

They were like angels, except they did not have wings

Both were beautiful and handsome, thin and supple,

But they had no golden bands, no gold marriage rings

This is their story, and it may make you shed tears

Pyramus and Thisbe lived in neighboring homes

Identical in shape, divided by a wall

The two young people spent whole days writing love poems

But once their feuding parents heard of their love call,

Banned from seeing the precious other, they took idle roams

Pyramus sees a crack in the wall, and he nears:

He sees his prized Thisbe, her blue eyes full of dread,

Her beautiful long auburn tresses combed and straight

"Thisbe, Thisbe! It is thy Pyramus!" he said.

Thisbe turned round, not giving him a second's wait

"Pyramus! Where art thou?" she said, cocking her head.

Thisbe walks toward the horrid wall, then sharply veers.

She sees her adored sweetheart, and nearly cries out

For he was there: she saw him, and she missed him so!

For he was a god, and in that, she was devout

Thisbe would even worship his tiniest toe

Without a single shred, single piece of real doubt

The hot flames of her deserted spirit now sears

Everyday after that, the two escaped their kin

And through that stonewall; they expressed their endless love

It never crossed their minds that it might be a sin

The only passerby would be a cooing dove

When daylight died down along with the deafening din,

Each kissed their side of the wall, forgetting their fears

Once she expressed her regret, wanting to see him,

And he told her to come to the mulberry tree

And so dead at night, Thisbe went, on a wild whim

Underneath the moon she stood, underneath the tree

Thisbe let out a deep breath, and undid her pin

But soon a troubling, soft sound reaches her white ears—

Bathing in the moonlight was a fierce, fat feline,

A lioness, with crimson blood around her mouth

With a fearful shriek, Thisbe made a brief beeline

The lioness found her veil, which lay to the south

The beast ripped it with her sharpest teeth; there were nine

Thisbe hides behind a rock, not risking a peer

Then Pyramus appears in the darkened woodland

He recognizes the bloodied, fallen blue shawl

And with a shout, sees the paw prints in the packed sand

Mistakenly he thinks that Thisbe has been mauled

He grasps his long metal weapon with his tanned hand,

And that short minute crawled by like a lengthy year

The man stabbed himself, in the stomach where it hurt

And he fell to the ground, as though he was sleepy

Thisbe saw the lion had gone, out of the dirt

And she approached the tree, feeling a bit weepy

She grabbed the man, wanting him to feel live and pert

She stared at his face, and felt, on her cheek, a tear

Gulping, she grabbed his sword, and thrust it through her breast

Tears fell down her cheeks, and blood through her pretty gown

With a sigh, she fell down, upon her lover's chest

The tree absorbed their blood, for it went to the ground

White mulberries turned to crimson, like blood when pressed

And those blood-berries tasted rather strange, so queer

Their parents found the two, and wept to see their fate

They powdered them, and put their white bones in a jar

And no longer did the parents feel for them, hate

When the lovers lived, their fateful union was marred,

In death were they together and that was too late

And only in death can they call each other 'dear'

This is a poem that illustrates the tales of Pyramus and Thisbe—you can find their story easily at a Greek Mythology site. (I recommend ), and their story is basically how I have written it. The rhyme pattern for this poem is: ababac, and it's written in pentameter.
This story is in Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream," and apparently was the inspiration for "Romeo and Juliet."