this Juliet was bleeding
her soul's bright fire dim
in a life of sorrows
it was sink or swim
on the shore she saw him
a dashing prince of night
against all odds she reached out
and turned from a garnished light
and then he pulled her from the tide
saved the dying maid
she's afraid to love him
and yet by her side he stayed
with blind faith she followed
into his shadow she fell
seduced by black and velvet
drank of passions spell
a day spent long and bliss
a moment spent so much
and no more was this Juliet
starved from loves sweet touch
then the darkness overcame
in silence left her there
never saw her tears fall
or heard her heartstrings tear
left alone in pain
once again she did bleed
shackled by others power
longing to be freed
once again yet time was short
in twisted fate they mate
in shaded seconds spent together
yet nowhere did they get
again yet ripped apart by time
a distance still with fate
now all this Juliet feels
is despair and hate
she cries without a tear shed
she lives without a soul
she curses the one she loves now
for everything he stole


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Scarlatan, in the year 479 AF.