this Juliet was bleeding
her soul's bright fire dim
among a life of sorrows
it was sink or swim

on the shore she saw him
a Romeo, prince of night
against all odds she reached out
and turned from garish light

then he pulled her from the tide
saved the dying maid
so afraid to love him
and yet by her side he stayed

with blind faith she did follow
into his shadow she fell
seduced by black and velvet
drank of passion's spell

a day spent long in bliss
a moment meant so much
and no more was this Juliet
starved from love's sweet touch

then the darkness overcame
in silence he left her there
never saw her tears fall
or heard her heartstrings tear

left alone in pain
once again she did bleed
shackled by another's power
longing to be freed

once again, yet time was short
in twisted fate they met
in shaded seconds spent together
yet nowhere did they get

again ripped apart by time
and distance seals the fate
now all this Juliet feels
is pain, 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 20th of Mayan, in the year 495 AF.