Challenge Winner

Wherefore art thou?

(inspired by a dare challenge to add an additional ending to a famous story over on www.jmprescott.blogspot.com)

Romeo:
Hark! The bless-ed fools
have taken their leave
And we must do the same.
For come morn, the nurse be blamed
If no bodies
she may pass for our twisted fate
lie within our coffined crates.
Nary shall they believe;
Questioning
our deathly repent
With poison of hand,
the collapse of heart,
a bloodless dagger brandished,
and the magic with which thee deceive.

Juliet:
O, Romeo! They doth not be privy of
Monty and Caprice Smythe?

Romeo:
Awe, they know not of our flight
As newly changed pedigrees
Nor our procurement in Heathen country

Juliet:
Ye, thy thoughts of Woebegotten Tavern
Serving servants and princes alike
Lantern light
for weary travelers on each dark night
With masks donning walls of brick
And thou handsome face,
Should but a Montague trace
Thy steps and
Set cursed foot upon the newfound soil
And destroy all ye thought-out toil.

Romeo:
Worry not, my fairest wife,
For ours be a story not of tragedy untold
But love beyond the shadows of doubters’ kin
And a future set on the child within