As the sun sets low,
a figure stands out like a shadowy form.
Crying for the loss of her beau,
the breath from his body still warm.
The poison that went through his veins,
now sits upon his lip.
From her eyes, tears drop like foreign rains,
a shiver that makes the tears drip.
She cries out, why thus my fair Romeo?
Why alas, did it come to this?
No one will ever understand her woe,
and now for her final true love kiss.
She is very afraid, but some things she shall not miss,
simple things, like her family for one.
Thinking to herself, not enough time to make a list,
Cursing her father, she yells "art thou happy, thou finally won!"
There wasn't enough time,
she scarecely remembered when they first met.
Her final action was a crime,
now lies the still form of fair Juilet.
Love,Despair And Hate
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The final scene... nicely portrayed indeed.
An' it harm none, do what ye will. Blessed Be.
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