The Tragedy of Scorch and Iciny
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Minecraftia, 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-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
-I did copy this but I take no credit. This is from Shakespeare but I switched one word for this isn't going to take place in Verona. Please! If I get at least two comments saying that I should make this… you will be surprised. This is my gift to you for Christmas. But you must insert one credit to continue.