Twas a tale of new
and a tale of old,
a tale quite uncommon
yet one widely told.
It had been a story
of teenagers once loved,
which ended in peril
upon a hand ungloved.
Romeo met Juliet
in midst a calm nigh'
thy chastity is strong
though her heart did cry.
Passion and valor
led him to request,
the name of his lover
inscribed upon thy crest.
An utterance of pain
surpassed her lips,
you see she held the name
of a lady Capulet.
The sole foe
of the family Montague,
left young Romeo
crushed, broken in two.
Faith in their future
the two would meet,
gradually growing closer
through a love so discreet.
Though stubbornness stands
and traditions cling,
uncertainty lands
as gunshots ring.
A well thought plan
put onto paper,
less successful in life
in this romantic caper.
On bended knees
Romeo can't believe
his tranquil Juliet
dead before thee.
Yet a ruse to fool
those once held dear,
Romeo left unaware,
could not persevere.
The poison upon thy lips
held dear Romeo content,
as Juliet rose to life
only to forever repent.
Thy dagger through skin
driven far to deep,
not a sound broke silence
as she fell to sleep.
It was a tale of old
one once renewed,
The story not meant to be told,
of a Capulet and Montague
(C) 2008 Bryce Dressler
(wasnt quite sure i could use another storyline, but Shakespeare is possibly my idol of all time when it comes to my writings. I tried turning it into something to my name but that will be for another time =). Sorry bout the Old English. Was trying something new =/)