• The faint blush of red
    Was the beginning
    That would be remembered in the many years to come

    Red were the hearts that beat with the fire of passion
    The first meeting of two young and foolish people
    The touching of hands alike
    But so different
    The torches of the night
    Showed the love for each other

    Forbidden was the meeting in the orchard of roses
    The maiden as radiant as the blazing sun
    So abashed to hear her thoughts stumbled upon
    By a guest, unwelcome to property of the enemy

    Rushing into a marriage
    Looked down upon by two families at war
    An angry cousin who seeks them out
    Draws against the man so blinded by love
    And the urge to protect a will to be with the young wife

    Blood now smeared on the hands
    Of the one so quick to love
    And too slow to learn
    Flees from the city that banished him
    For all eternity

    The young heart who once loved
    Now broken and longing for the one who was banished
    Until then, shall the fiery burn of the sleeping potion
    Protect her from the dreaded future planned

    The servant who knew of the funeral
    For the fair maiden whose cheeks
    Were pale as if they had never seen sun,
    Told the heart broken man of her dark death

    As he hurried to find the poison
    To stop a heart and burn the blood
    She started to stir from a sleep
    That seemed to never end
    He blesses the body that used to be
    Fair as a rose
    Now pale as death

    Poison overtakes as burgundy eyes open
    And a cry of pain fill the silence
    The hand of death rises up and grips the knife
    And plunges into flesh
    As her blood spreads over both star-crossed lovers
    Now united by a force greater than any of us

    The grief of this story
    Shared by the two rival families
    Is now told over again
    And never fails to be a classic of love, blood and war, and death