Juliet
Wherefore art thou
My prince of the night?
Dost the everlasting bloodshed
Fill thee with fright?
Why doth the nightingales sing while our kin war?
Has thine courage left thee, or will thou return for more?
I await thee, fair specter image, confused and forlorn
For mine father doth gaze upon thee with scorn
Come then, deliver me from this evil place!
I long to lay mine eyes upon thy angelic face
Far away, we shall flee! To do so, I am much inclined
The souls of star-crossed love shall connect, thine and mine forever
Intertwined