My Only Love Sprung My Only Hate (Book 2)

Chapter 1: The Living Record of Your Memory

This book was made in honor of William Shakespeare

And Dedicated to His Tragedies

Three Children, all alike in dignity

From my destiny an ancient grudge was created

Now for my children

From an ancient grudge there breaks mutiny

There was not one civil thing in this story

There were no civil hands

And no civil blood

And all hands of those who killed

They were unclean

They killed those that were as pure as the water

But from the fatal loins of two

One was a child of mine

A daughter

The others father a foe

Like Romeo and Juliet

Oh this story was so full of Romeo and Juliet

But from those certain two

A child was born

A rose

A clover

Rose Clover

All three of my children though

They had their pair

And all pairs were crossed

Star crossed

My daughter and Ember

Star crossed

And their loins created Rose

My first Son and Ivy

Ivy will have her child too

Sadly my last son and his love Summer

They will not have their own

For they have both withered

The flowers of their children

The flowers have withered

But from death there is always some life

" I embarked on this path so difficult and narrow

But in the end, in my story, not Shakespeare's, I really did turn out to be the hero" Summit finished his poem and then heard his mother.

"SUMMIT GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!!! YOUR GONNA BE LATE TO YOUR OWN FUCKING CORINATION!!!" Ziana yelled from downstairs as Summit laughed at his mothers choice of words. It seemed Summit had taught his mother well, or some would say he was a bad influence on her. Then he walked over to the door, opened it and walked down the small spiraling staircase in the tower he was getting ready in. Summit saw his mother and she smiled at him.