“Oh !, let us not trouble ourselves with thinking of the ill that may happen to us ; let us think only of what may give us pleasure.”

Don Juan, the man, the hedonist

surrounds himself with utter bliss

but with this bliss he does much wrong

to maidens’ hearts; he breaks their song

For marriage is but wedded lock

for which the key hides in the smock

of other maids Don Juan persists

he snares them with his love palm kiss

Sganarelle, such the loyal serf

warns the master of his great nerve

Yet Don Juan insists on his quest

to love not one but in excess

His lustful heart brings many foes

all of which crave to slit his throat

Through twist of fate the master Juan

Saves an enemy from deathly harm

And earns one life so in return

Yet from this Don Juan does not learn

The statue speaks and nods its head

Sganarelle applauds the dead

The serf speaks true, Don Juan must see

The wrongs he did in ecstasy

Or face the fate of wicked flames

swallowed by an earthly grave

-Megan P. Low