What can you see before you?
The hiss of metal sliding?
Your blood upon my valiant blade?
Your eyes in fear widening?
Can you see upon my face
The hate I bear thee and all of yours?
You know your death will come in haste
Now you gasp and rest on all-fours
I sneer at the life I have laid waste...
But now you overcome me?
What strangeness on all earth is this?
Is my own Capulet blood shed?
Is this then Death's bitter kiss?