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Author: Pretty Peaceful
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Adventure - Published: 01-04-07 - Updated: 01-04-07 - Complete - id:2299305

Inspired

A/N: See if you can pick who this is before the last stanza.

She catches his eye at a party
He sees her and falls right away
They kiss and promise to return to each other
But what did she find out the very next day?

His name is the one that her blood must despise
And her soul, it can never be his
Her parents wouldn't like his family at all
Yet still she seeks out his kiss

So they marry in a chapel without telling a soul
And picture their new future ahead
But then he discovers his best friend is murdered
So now her dear cousin is dead.

He runs and runs til he cannot be found
And she wails for her double-edged pain
Her cousin, killed, by the one that she loves
He's gone, though she's calling his name

So her mummy and daddy have a plan just for her
A husband and a wedding in two days
But she can't do it, no, it's not in the cards
She still aches for her true loves sweet face

So how will she fix this, what will she do now
Then the priest, he gave her some wine
It'll put her to slumber, they'll all think she's dead
She'll awake to her lover in time.

Many cities away and her husband, he waits
To hear word of his sweet darling wife
But alas, the letter, it never did come
He doesn't know that she's really alive

To the chapel he rushes, where asleep she seems dead
And a tear trickles out of his eye
It lands on her forehead and runs down her cheek
As he gulps the dark poison he whispers goodbye.

A heavy body falls onto her chest
She opens her eyes and they cry
To see her dear husband lying handsomely dead
She spreads her arms wide and wails out to the sky

Her only true love has died in her arms
And she knows just what to do next
For the only way they can be together
Is to plunge the sharp knife to her chest

Two children, both sacrificed because of their blood
Are discovered by the parents to blame
This tragic existence at an untimely end
Because of their simple last names

Never again will there be such a tale
Of pure love that just couldn't be
Have you realised now I've been trying to tell
Of Romeo and Juliet, the greatest of love stories.



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