Romeo and Juliet

Two lovers lay, their flames burned bright, their story is told, by candlelight. A starry eve, a winter's rain, the fires of passion, drown by pain. A rival of colors, of words and names, the song of the city, its gangs and its games. A tragedy 'twas, he loved her; and she him, but their destiny decided, by the fates of other men. As the winds of a winter's eve stand still, and the city starts to cry, the legacy of two ill-begotten lovers, slowly had to die. A crimson river runs through a bed of mortal brick, the memory of a thirty-two lodged in his ribs, the lonely haunting of a city's nightmare, only the strong can live. As she lie weeping to the chest of her love, she could not take the pain of fury longer, with sides opposed, lead burning deep in her chest, let me ask you, who was stronger? A tear glistened on her swollen cheek, as she questioned once again, 'do I want to leave this world of hatred, just to be with him?' The sounding of a silver savior, answered to her lingering, and to this day if you listen closely, you can hear the angels singing... 'Why so young, the death of two, who's journey is now complete, a twentieth century Romeo and Juliet, yet somehow not quite as sweet.'