Lady of the first fruits

Oh, Juliet.

What did you do?

Wine laced poison coats your lover’s lips,

Ivory skin has turned to ice,

His heart has stopped for you.

It’s too late,

Violence always ends in violence,

Your tears stain his chest in a silent prayer,

Love can bloom from hatred,

But it can still wither.

Oh, Juliet.

The dagger carves a picture on your chest,

A picture of two lovers dying for each other,

Dying in vain.

Your blood flows like the river of woe.

You can’t breathe, you don’t want to.

Love has poisoned you as the wine poisoned him.