Alternative Ending to Pale Fire

Like a boomerang flung out into the shade,
Returning as if a full-circuit’s been made,
We aborted our trip before totally aware,
That a prowler was stalking outside his lair,
Full of himself like some demented potion,
He made it his mission to cross the ocean,
And all we could do was to sit and wait,
While pale fires burned out our fate.

Commentary:

“Like a boomerang flung out into the shade,”

The poet uses simile to envision the young king propelled out of his kingdom to land fortuitously as his neighbor in New Wye.

“Full of himself like some demented potion,”

The assassin as narcissist equal in power to a witch’s brew.

“While pale fires burned out our fate.”

Reference to the imagery of the Immortal Bard is imperative as a tip of the hat to end the ultimate canto of Shade’s brilliant tour de force.

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