#mortharris

(I know it’s not a sonnet, but it is Shakespeare, and thus I thought it to be in the same tone as Sonnetstuck, and if you would post this on October 25th, I would be most grateful.)

This day is called the feast of [S] Cascade.
He that remain’d a fan, and came safe through,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of [S] Cascade.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his Web-friends,
And say ‘To-morrow is [S] Cascade Day.’
Then will he bare his breast and show his pain.
And say ‘These feels I had on Cascade’s day.’
And Ten-Two-Five, Cascade, shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of Homestucks,
For he to-day that sheds his tears with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen on Tumblr now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their fandoms cheap whiles any speaks
That wept with us upon [S] Cascade Day.

-submitted by mortharris