By the restless waves,
under the obscure moonlight,
her sheer white dress,
hugged every crevice of her being,
immaculately conceived,
she stood in the night wind.
Winded,
defeated,
begging for rest,
crying out for help,
she wanted to yell,
yell for rescue,
yell for deliverance,
trodden upon,
her heart torn,
forlon,
abandoned.
Egging her on,
deeper into the ebbing wave,
she turned to wave-
wave adieu,
goodbye to her sordid life,
her audience frantic,
waving her back to shore.
They drowned her,
drowned her-
urging her to keep her head afloat,
Romeo and Juliet,
parting is such sweet sorrow.
