Disclaimer: I do not own Shakespeare's plot or characters, only a simple imagination that twisted the story into a seemingly origninal poem of my own.
Being Prince Escalus,
It was my duty to keep beautiful Verona in peace.
But the two families Montague and Capulet
Took up positions of providence
And decided the fate of Verona.
An untimely fight broke the peace,
And thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets
So there I went to balance the scale
To bring a firm halt to an ancient feud.
Therefore I set about the laws,
Gave choices that were fair
And warned the families:
"If ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay forfeit of the peace,"
And my work seemed accomplished
Or so I thought.
Then in surreptitiousness
There was performed a matrimony
That should have been good
Yet was the beginning of an end.
Such happiness was temporary
For the next circumstances
Would detail the fate of lives
And tell another tale.
Mere hours later
There came about the death
Of one with my own blood,
A dear friend and kinsman Mercutio
Killed by the hands of a Capulet
Whom did a Montague then avenge.
It was pity that stayed my hand
And unexpected conditions
That left me in a quandary
And by chance
Saved young Romeo's life
But banished him from Verona.
Hither I lamented within
At my loss and that of Verona
Perhaps the dispute would end
With the light punishment
Perhaps the people would see
The falsehood of their differences
And the futile behaviour would cease.
Yet somewhere along the line
My mercy was fruitless
He did not leave
He came back for more
Or so it seemed
To rid all happiness
Or what was left of happiness.
We were oblivious to the secret cause
The secret passion of two young loves
Would have the families known
Would it have made a difference?
But it seems unlikely
For was not Juliet to be married another?
To destroy her plans of love and life
To cause grief due to lust
And desire for power and name
Desire to be superior
Better than the other
Was that of the families gain.
Such selfishness and callousness
Such hopeless wishes and secrets
Such as to cause a deadly end
Such an end was the deaths.
But then to find out they had not been alone
A Friar Lawrence was of aid
One of the powers of God
Who should know not to meddle
Or change the wishes of the Lord
Should help those who are erroneous
Who would oppose my wishes.
Yet his mind was of a healthy state
When he gave the poison and wrote the letter,
To bring Romeo back to save his love
From the grave she lay peacefully.
Oh misfortune should bring her back
At such untimely hour!
To see Romeo dead by his own hand
And to follow his awful cowardice
And let mischance be slave to patience.
Then should I but question the Friar
Only to learn the truth of the story
And be left in gracelessness
To watch and wait for both parties
To come together and finally unite
In sadness and in surrender
To the immutable actions of destiny.
Such actions of which a prince has no say.
So many deaths, as at the sinister grave
Must I find yet another kinsman dead.
Paris, who to mine eyes was innocent
Only for love had he fought
Thinking his actions right
But fortune trenched his flesh
With bills of steel.
Yet was it not love
That caused all ending battles?
Or in some cases, hate.
It was I, the Prince
Who should have brought peace
Restored law and order
But was somehow powerless
In my persistent attempts
To resolve old matters.
It seems the final decree
The one that brought closure
Were the deaths of the now famous couple,
Romeo and Juliet.