Hello, this is something I wrote as kind of extra credit for English class, but I never ended up using it. It's a little one-shot about how Juliet might feel after her death. So yes, it's supernatural. I think I've gone overboard, but I tried to get the old language in there. Oh well. I'm not good enough with poetry to attempt it, so it's also prosaic. Despite that, I think it turned out okay.
-Juliet-
Doth thou hath the time for a sad tale spun by a sad soul drowning in the loneliness of the Hell beyond the dark abyss of Death? For thou, so busied by thine own agendas and tasks, time is precious, whilst I have all the time one could ever wish. If thou hath the time, do stop and hear my cries of anguish from beyond my untimely grave.
After Death does not come life, but rather a Hell, for what life could lead to such pain as I now bear within my breast? What Heaven could allow a lone soul to grieve her waning memories as she falls farther to the dark?
Perhaps this is an atonement for my sins. Indeed, I knew that loving the enemy was not wise, but when doth one listen to intuition when the heart is insistently singing its Siren's call?
My sweet, sweet Romeo, who died believing that I had taken my life, whose gentle face hath been stolen viciously from my memories. O, how I long for him to take my hand and whisper softly that he loves me!
'Twas mine own treacherous deceit that led to my lover's death. By faking my death, I had spelled the one of my love's. Was it so wrong to want to live with the man that had shot me with Cupid's sharp arrows? Was it so wrong to want to live without avoiding one who shares a name with my enemy?
When I had awoken from my brief touch of the infinite night, my love had already been enveloped by the thorned vines of the blackened rose, entirely deceived into thinking my death had truly come to pass. Horrified, I could no longer imagine a time without my precious Romeo. I truly thought I could join him forever in death, so I allowed myself to be taken by the seductive angel of Death, tricked with imagined promises of Romeo. Now my memory fades more as time passes.
I fear the time when my precious Romeo may fade from my mind entirely. Never would I want to forget the time we shared, even if it causes me pain. It may be my pain, but it also my sanctuary. The darkness enjoys taunting me, twisting my mind with countless thoughts of how my fate could have been far easier had I not fallen in love.