Violent Ends

Twas written in the stars

that parting always meant to be

Sweet sorrow.

For love never stood a chance

Against

Such wicked webs of deceit.

A lover scorned.

Poisoned Lips.

Bloodied daggers.

For even the mighty power of

Love was not enough to save.

And what yet of the chaste girl?

What of her heart

That the Montague Prince so effortlessly

Discarded

Merely at the sight of the girl?

Four days.

Love was not enough to save her

Either.

Lost to baser desires.

And what of the Lords of

this notorious blood feud, Who

let their blood drop to their knees

In Surrender

To hatred.

To violence.

Even their claims of love

did not stop the

Death.

For even the Friar knew all along,

That Violent Delights only lead to

Violent Ends,

That virtue will never defeat vice

Until it is too late.

That hatred will remain triumphant,

That love will never be enough.

© 2021 Antara Martins