Hi everyone! I'm new to so please enjoy my first story. :)
Two boroughs, both alike in dignity.
In fair New York City, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny.
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed Newsies take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their leader's strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their leader's rage,
Which, but their friend's end, naught could remove,
Is now long traffic of our page;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.