Vision of Juliet

Her love was now gone, to death, departed So young, so innocent, why must he go It was their lives, she thought they had started But, now buried, under deaths winter snow It was their plan, the priest, he was certain Had given a vile for her to then drink To awaken, to see him, t’was their plan Alas, he lies there, with never a wink Oh pain! This could not have really happened His blood on the ground with sword by his side If only it went just as they had planned She holds him now close while starting to cry Her life, she then takes. No living without Tale of true love, is what this is about