Lah dee dah . . . it's me again, back with some more of my weird poetry. Be afraid, very afraid. Anyway, yes, I've wandered into the realm of Romeo and Juliet this time, and although this was originally for a school project, I though it was kinda cool so I decided, hey, why not post it? So yeah. Anyway, please read this and then review it. Why? Because you know you want to! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Romeo and Juliet, duh, William Shakespeare does, and well, he's dead, so yeah. Anyhow, don't sue me - I have no money to give you. I'm saving up for some SparkNotes . . .
Two lovers destined to die together, two families bonded,
A sorrow that permeated through the two cores,
And a love that burnt brighter then the heavens above.
Romeo and Juliet died for the missing half of their souls,
And the Montagues and the Capulets became one in sorrow,
But what of the Prince Escalus of Verona?
The man who willingly shaded his shining eyes,
From the looming problems and all of the petty lies.
And then the kin of the prince met with Death's sickle.
The soft kindness of the man Paris and Mercutio's biting satire,
One died fighting for his love, the other for his friend,
But they both met with the same bitter end.
The two feuding families met with the deaths of their children,
Juliet and her Romeo both fell and were to never fly again,
Two sets of parents cried a never-ending ballad.
Yet, a mighty ruler was betrayed by his ignorance,
By the fact that he had dared to look away,
From a simple problem that had loomed in the distance.
And the burning heart of Escalus will forever contemplate a question -
If he had put an end to this foolish fighting from the beginning,
Would the eccentric Mercutio still have fought,
Only to be slain by a man whom he utterly despised?
Would Paris, shadowed by Romeo's intense passion,
Be able to compare to a love expressed in such a fashion?
So despite the fact that death appeared without warning,
Cutting through the doomed lovers with her glistening scythe,
And that a weighted veil of thick, black sadness,
Settled over the two torn families,
One may sit still and wonder,
What of the Prince Escalus of Verona?
Disclaimer: I don't own Romeo and Juliet, duh, William Shakespeare does, and well, he's dead, so yeah. Anyhow, don't sue me - I have no money to give you. I'm saving up for some SparkNotes . . .
A sorrow that permeated through the two cores,
And a love that burnt brighter then the heavens above.
Romeo and Juliet died for the missing half of their souls,
And the Montagues and the Capulets became one in sorrow,
But what of the Prince Escalus of Verona?
The man who willingly shaded his shining eyes,
From the looming problems and all of the petty lies.
And then the kin of the prince met with Death's sickle.
The soft kindness of the man Paris and Mercutio's biting satire,
One died fighting for his love, the other for his friend,
But they both met with the same bitter end.
The two feuding families met with the deaths of their children,
Juliet and her Romeo both fell and were to never fly again,
Two sets of parents cried a never-ending ballad.
Yet, a mighty ruler was betrayed by his ignorance,
By the fact that he had dared to look away,
From a simple problem that had loomed in the distance.
And the burning heart of Escalus will forever contemplate a question -
If he had put an end to this foolish fighting from the beginning,
Would the eccentric Mercutio still have fought,
Only to be slain by a man whom he utterly despised?
Would Paris, shadowed by Romeo's intense passion,
Be able to compare to a love expressed in such a fashion?
So despite the fact that death appeared without warning,
Cutting through the doomed lovers with her glistening scythe,
And that a weighted veil of thick, black sadness,
Settled over the two torn families,
One may sit still and wonder,
What of the Prince Escalus of Verona?
