Another Fallen Cry

This juliet was bleeding,
Her soul's bright fire dim.
In a life of sorrows,
It was either sink or swim.

On the shore she saw him,
A romeo, prince of the night.
Against all odds she reached out,
And turned from garnish light.

Then he pulled her from the tide,
Saved the dying maid.
She afraid to love him,
And yet by her side he stayed.

With blind faith she followed,
Into his shadow she fell.
Seduced by black and velvet,
Drunk of passion's spell.

A day spent long in bliss,
A moment meant so much.
And no more was this juliet,
Starved from love's sweet touch.

Then the darkness overcame,
In silence he left her there.
Never saw her tears fall,
Or heard her heartstrings tear.

Left alone in pain,
Once again she did bleed.
Shackled by other's power,
Longing to be freed.

Once again, yet time was short,
In twisted fate they met.
In shaded seconds spent together,
Yet no where did they get,

Again ripped apart by time,
And distance seals the fate.
Now all this juilet feels,
Is pain, despair, and hate.

She cries without a tear shed,
She lives without a soul.
She curses the one she loves now,
For everything he stole.

'I love you' she did long to hear,
But these were words he never said,
And now this juliet lays weeping,
And wishes she were dead.