He Who Slew

Parading on the simple stage Verona gave
The hallowed name flourished with a sword in hand
Foot placed in front of foot before in fear he cannot stand
Unsettling step by step the dust that will be his grave

Afraid? he balks with transcendent glee
For the King of Cats slinks with the light on his blade
Side stepping, sweat decorating his brow, weakness betrayed
Lunacy glitters slyly the bloodlust so strong he can't see

But the fear that he hides, for a match met is this
In the insolent Mercutio, the Montague before, grinning so
He, a Capulet! to be beaten would a life-sentence in one blow
The blade heavy in his grip, going for the kill with a hiss

But the smile - the smile! - remains on his face
The spotlight belongs to this Montague at last
With his own unbloodied weapon he cares not the bones are cast
For this grinning Cat before him he can finally erase

But speak of the devil and he shall always come
The sickly Romeo that both evils before him curse
The Cat and then the be-fiddled Consort in stances terse
Blood pounding in both heads in a deafening hum

With a perverse laugh at Tybalt his words jab
With Benvolio hanging on his arm begging for reason
But to stop now without a fight would be divine treason
As his attention turns to Romeo, he arches to stab

With the eyes of Tybalt glowing red
Seeing the man who life he knows he'll claim
For the loveless villian he knows all will blame
And his loyal comapnion in an unforseen deathbed

Alla staccato! he cries with a smile
Wouldst the master swordman carry away, away
His chance to fight at last until my dried blood runs grey?
Goading his ratcatcher his deadly but seductive style

Ahhh the Ratcatcher, King of Cats sighs
But who would waste the pleasure? as Romeo pleads
For the sake of his friends? of he? to stop forbidden deeds
Even placing his hands in the fray, one man soon dies

Each clash of metal a sweet song in the heavy air
Muscles straining, stretching, in painless ecstasy
Laughter ringing manically until pulsing blood spills so sweetly
But which will victorious rise, or go back to their lair?

All else fades to black in the wake of the battle
In exhaustion one sword falls, one in victory rises
With a purring hiss of triumph over thee he despises
Blinded by this he can't see the glances hateful

As in the streets Mercution lay dying
The draining, pulsing blood euphonious to him
And the light rain falls in this day turned so grim
Sealing two fates with one thrust, without trying

Benvolio weeps, and Romeo can't comprehend
All the beauty of life lost forever will be gone
Capulats slink away while Montagues mourn so anon
For all, this is the beginning of the end

As red eyes fade slowly back to black
Tybalt's rejoicing falls silent in this night
The blood is macabre, and he feels so sick at the sight
Only to run away in horror will he turn his back

In a nonsensical glare, unconscious of the sword
Bleeding red as his sin is met equally in his chest
Forced by the mourning, the wronged, into a place of rest
And thus, two lives ended, in hates' only reward.