Copyright 1998-forever by Gloria
"I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, but to rejoice in splendor of my own." My own words echo through my head, filling the silence that death has so sweetly played out for me. Those simple words are what brought me to this stone prison of lost souls, and has brought me to an internal euphoria.
My beloved nephew, your spirit has yet to cease to move me. Now and then, you push me. Push me then to seek love anew. I have found my life and demise. Push me now to see my life, my ultimate destiny before me, lifeless and yet no less fair. Only a few days before now did I not see my best friend's death by the sword of my enemy, but at my own fault?
The cold touch of the blkade under my arm still freeses me and makes me shiver. My heart, though full and anxious, is still absent from my chest. "A plague o' both your houses!" Your words stay with me though said so long ago. In some other life, in some other world and time and place, we shall cross paths again.
Few have in a lifetime the amount of love or hate that I've had in three days. In happiness contained only by skin as her words gave me power I never knew existed. "My bounty is as boundless as the sea. My love is deep, the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite." The words never sounded so beautiful.
The push of my kin, the blood of my friend on the sword of my enemy and words of my love have brought me here to where I shall lay my head. This vial, my fine wine to which I use to toast the Gods and curse the stars for their cruel fate they have laid to my love.
And with that I say, "Eyes, look you last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you the door of breath, seal with a rightous kiss A dateless bargin to engrossing death!"
Once again will destiny's song sing as this venom passes my lips and I go into everlasting sleep. "Come, bitter conduct; come, unsavroy guide!" We shall be reunited in death though we were in life for much less. Your beauty even in death, shall make envious even the most humble of angels. "Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on the dashing rocks thy seascik weary bark!" Too late for me, dear family. God knows when we shall meet again. "Here's to my love!" The toxin not buring my throat nor tongue is a powerful drug. "O true apthecary! The drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die." Your lips mark my spiral downward to my death and eternal rest, my dear Juliet. Goodbye forever Verona. Goodbye.