I didn’t want to not do the last NaPoWriMo prompt, even if a cento isn’t my kind of thing. This poem is entirely written by William Shakespeare.
Dreams of a dead lover
I dreamt there was an emperor,
His legs bestrid the ocean,
A sun and moon.
Night hangs upon mine eyes, my bones would rest
Beneath the visiting moon.
A sea change
into something rich and strange—
Those are pearls that were his eyes,
A walking shadow.
Our lamp is spent.
As boundless as the sea, my love,
I owe more tears
To this dead man than you shall see me pay.
Here is my space.
Kingdoms are clay.
Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleeve of care,
Sleep, that I might see but such another man.