Shakespeare's Peerless Legacy

It's Shakespeare's peerless legacy That stands the test of time, With tales of awesome majesty, Triumphant and sublime, With heroes and with heroines And villains by the score, Such that the magic soon begins With poetry galore... So many words that shaped his plays, So grandiose in style, With twists and turns as each relays Each character's profile, With swordplay, too, and deadly dreams And schemes both fair and foul, Behold how callous evil streams Beneath each darkened cowl... To think, he sat and wrote and wrote On parchments old and new, Expressing lots and plots to gloat The evil that men do, Or tragic tales, sweethearts alive With love that cannot die, Or heroes hurt, will they survive Or will they make us cry? Behold the peerless legacy Of sonnets, plays and prose, With such a place in history His legend overflows, Such that the world owes much to him, The globe knows this full well, For he had talents to the brim With wondrous tales to tell... Reflect upon this, poets now, No matter, young or old, To strive for glory here, somehow, Takes more than skills or gold, Regardless of your rhymes and such, Your themes and dreams to catch, Will you ever really do as much, His legacy to match? Fear not, each has a place on Earth, A destiny to bear, Such that the Lord knows each has worth, If fellowshipped in prayer... Adopted children of the Lord, I challenge you this day... Write rhymes Lord Jesus can reward, Before you pass away... - - Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.