Two people, both alike in dignity
In sinful New York where we lay our scene.
New blood desires to have old blood's fame
In a glitt'ring maze where no one is clean.
One girl is dazzled by one man's glamour
Would they have been star-crossed she'd been happier.
All seems well at first as he is courting her
And a young girl's lust is taken for love
Of the kind that would last for forever.
Yet time would evince that she couldn't prove
That he really cared for aught than her name.
Shoved aside, given material things
But no affection, after an heir came.
If only someone had kept them apart,
She may have found happiness when she knew
When best and when worst to heed her own heart.
Without fulfillment, without joy, she fades
As the petals fall off the rose just like
The Beast of legend's mark the loss of all
That it means to be human, just a shade
Of that girl of yore. The bright bloom wilted
By the disregard of the one she once
Held most dear. Virtures turn into vices
And a rare indulgence turns into months
Rarely sober barely able to mother.
Such that while she is not ready when it comes
Dying has but one regret for her, her son.
If only someone had stopped this Juliet
From the tale of woe that was her Romeo.