Poem 129 – If you were to love me

If you were to love me,
Then I could set your people free;
If you fulfilled this fantasy,
And assigned yourself to me.
Refuse and I’ll destroy you,
And weep while I laugh at your fall,
But if you were to love me,
I could not do so at all.

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Dear readers,

And here is the demand made by Abigail of Ismaele. She is a little raving mad. But it’s fine, because compared to how she gets by Act 4, she’s sane as anybody. And, for those of you who haven’t already gone to listen to the opera, she’s nowhere near the most crazy in the first half.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic

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