A soliloquy written for puck; her love for oberon. Excerpt From an original play: ‘Cubed’

A soliloquy showing Puck’s love for Oberon. From an original play: ‘Cubed’

Our love is as a melody; once magical – now mundane.

If he could simply take his time to listen, truly listen to the words with his heart he should find what he fell for, what enchanted him about our song.

He loves me not, but my heart holds me to his will at least a while longer. I cannot work my charms upon him, he is immune to such trickery, and I could not live with myself, nor not with him neither if he were not to be authentic in his love.

I will work-out my servitude and look to free my heart. I could charm my sight and put these feelings into darkness, let them lie. But t’would be to live that lie. I would no longer need to serve him and he would be lost to me forever. I should rather love, lose and live with him still in my company than remove these snakes which turn temperance to turmoil and take leave of him forever. That is an emptiness even I can’t enchant into exile.

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