Is this business worth hiding,
Or even worth trying?
My broken soul cries
As the one beside me dies.
Magic permeates around me
While dark forces do surround me.
Scythe-like clamps upon my mind
Deep inside where none can find
Unfathomable Chaos, there in fact
was forced upon me, one great Act
where fearless mortals, poetically keen,
"in fair Verona, where we lay our scene"
And again, poetic loneliness done,
An end, my freind, to a Great Act One.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Chronos, in the year 430 AF.