Juliet’s Fate

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Ageless beauty persists among the ruins

Splendid elegance within these castle walls

Time stands ever still for fairest of the fair

Maiden awaiting love’s triumphant return

 

Standing nighttime vigil in tallest tower

Watchful eye for a torch on the horizon

Ages pass like single fleeting moments

Her lover seemingly never to return

 

True love denied by the ravages of war

Left all alone to wallow in her solitude

Her weeping can be heard within the breeze

His name cried out by an abandoned heart

 

Disillusioned by grief, A princess mourns

Clinging to the faintest hope upon hope

That someday her knight will reappear

To rescue her from fairest Juliet’s fate

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Upon a lonely hill he stood,

Crumbled, forlorn;

An acorn resting in his palm,

Sweltering in the storm.

Young man in throes of despair

Trembling, grieving;

This shaking hand lets acorn drop,

Immortality’s symbol so deceiving.

A new life, a new hope

…was all he was seeking

…dreaming, weeping;

Upon this lonely hill, he’s left seething.

 

Crushed by fates brazen cruelty,

Consumed by the power of her absence

Anger, misery;

Their hilltop…..begged for her presence.

 

In life, she was a natural beauty;

A gentle soul who loved him dearly,

Healed his heart,

Completed his soul,

He owed her his life, that he knows.

She was his angelic saviour,

For surely she saved him from himself;

She was his life’s purpose,

Unendingly it seemed

Unjustly ripped from his existence.

Trembling, he falls to one knee,

How he failed her when she needed;

His bended knee gives no reprieve

Too late to save, to protect;

On bended knee, so painfully different,

Than he ever could have envisioned.