Caging the Fire
Tybalt walked alone in the square. There was no one around. If he did not find something to vent out his anger on he felt as if he would scream his frustrations out into the heavens.
"Thou'st have a pleasant time at fair uncle's banquet Lord Tybalt?" a figure asked form amidst the shadows.
Tybalt turned to face the stranger and a smile replaced the frown that had been present not but a moment before.
"Fair lady, grace your humble servant with thein overwhelming beauty. Be not be hidden from the world, as if unworthy art you to be. For tis thein world that yonder beauty be unworthy of. Come forth and let me see your pale face in the moon light."
The figure stepped out of the shadows and walked straight into Tybalt's welcoming arms. Tybalt looked down at the divine beauty in his arms and smiled a lover's smile at the woman. She looked back at him and also smiled. Here was the man she loved. His fiery temper deep inside and caged. Her Tybalt.
A/N: So whatcha think? Personally I don't think it's very good but hey some people might think different. I didn't really know how to talk in old English so I was just guessing. Any suggestions that could make it better are welcomed and I'll edit the story if I find good ways to improve it.
Ta-ta! vVv