It has been some time since I have returned to these pages. There hath been no event worth my time to record in them. Until now.
If the one who reigns over the heavens can be this cruel, I wish not to meet him in death. Hell may be kinder.
My Juliet is dead.
My servant Balthazar hath brought me the news from Verona. She died of a broken heart. Whether she mourned for me or for her dear cousin I knoweth not. I would it be Tybalt. To be the cause of such a sacred angel's destruction would be too much for any mortal to bear. I may murder myself at this current moment. Oh, Juliet! How can you have forsaken me? Dost thou expect me to continue in the ways of the world? My world is gone, just as you are! What reason have I to continue in life? Oh sorrow! Oh the hatred I currently posses for the one who takes charge of my fate! How can such cruelty exist? Juliet! My Juliet! Oh I can feel my mind becoming mad! Alas, it has already! Nothing can drive a man's sanity away the way giving him love and tearing it from him again can.
I have purchased a prohibited poison from an apothecary mere moments ago. Tonight, I return to Verona. Should I be caught, I shall go with them gladly. My own life matters no more. My wish, however, is that I may take this poison at Juliet's side. I wanted only Juliet before. The only way to fulfill my desire now lies in Death's cold palm.
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