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I resisted all I could
Vulcan strength fought Vulcan blood
And I went to seek my bride
Before I'm swept away in flood
As we stood on native sand,
I prepared to quench my flame
But the girl threw out her hand,
Smugly challenging my claim
In a ritual centuries old
There are paths to every end
But instead of what was right,
I was forced to fight my friend
By that point, all I knew
Was that I had to win T'Pring
Never mind while I am healthy
That she doesn't mean a thing
For too long had I desired
In my arms this man to clasp
But I'm lost inside the fever
Twist his neck within my grasp
I meant my touch to give him pleasure
It brought horror to us both
With him lying dead beside me
I rejected my betrothed
With a lack of light about me
I returned up to the sky
I'd destroyed the love I needed
Now I was prepared to die
Golden standing there before me!
Smiling with a solar shine
Was that daring Terran angel
Captain, all my life is thine!
Through miracle and doctor's cunning
I hadn't sinned as I had thought
But now there was the question,
Did he want the bond I sought?
He is mine in passion with no end,
For I have loved my Captain and my friend.
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Interesting thought: That famous line in the episode that the last line of my poem mirrors is in iambic pentameter (da DUM x5). That's the same meter that Shakespeare used to write in (rather obsessively). This is not the only Shakespearean moment in Amok Time, is it, now? ;-) Anyone remember the sleeping potion from Romeo and Juliet, the most *famous* "star-crossed" (if you'll excuse the disgusting pun, hehe) lovers of all time? Good thing Friar McCoy was there to save the day, eh ;-)