Romeo Must Die!!! Part-1

I am a man who does not talk much, But my gun does that for me. Pointed right at their forehead, I have killed ruthlessly. A lot of them begged and pleaded, A few of them just gave up. They could feel the cold barrel, And i could feel their sweat. Some looked in my eye, straight up. Some died upon hearing my horror. But never have i seen a man die, Die with a smile. I was very cold at heart, But this boy wasn't. I was a contract killer, And this boy here, People called him a true lover. I lived his life once, I wasn't a murderer before, I was also a man in love, And i hated these guns. Our boy here was called romeo, Ah, such a sweet name. I heard his story from his neighbor, A poor chap and an orphan, romeo was, But a man with dignity and of honor. He was lovable and he cared, Cared for people and women. He never thought that he'd fall in love, And someday just die for it's sake. About his girl Juliet, Well, She was adorable and beautiful. A girl, From one of the wealthier families in town. She was her father's most prized, His most prized asset. Her voice was as soft as a cuckoo's. Her face always had that golden hue. She was everyones heart-throb at twenty, They just couldn't stop adoring her beauty. About their story, It was full of love, and it's glory, Everyone just envied it. It was Juliet who fell for our Romeo, Their meeting, It was their destiny, They had to meet because their match, It was just so perfect and made wisely. Only he could protect her, Only he could make her feel so assured, That she would feel safe in his arms. And only she could make him happy, Only she could complete him, By wrapping herself up in his arms. Raised in a queen's arms, Juliet always fancied love stories. As a kid She'd every night, Sleep to her mother's voice. She'd ask her mother to go on, And quietly lay in her lap. Her mother would recite her stories, About kings, their kingdom, Their love, about wars and all their glories. Her stories were descriptive, You could imagine yourself to be there, there in the voluptuous mountains, the valleys. You could hear the birds chirping, The wind blowing in your face, And the rustling of the leaves. You could feel it all, And amidst all this there was love, Love amongst two souls. But there was love all around, Between the rustling wind and the leaves, Between the chirping birds and the trees. Amongst the clouds and the glowing moon. But the stories did not last for long, They had to end someday. Our princess was heartbroken, The day her mother died, The stories had gone, And the love was lost. But they say you always get back, What you have always wished for. Romeo was a Storyteller, He ran shows in the town. People would gather to listen to him. He was a hero for his audience, And every woman's dream guy. His drama had vigor and a substantial essence. And it ran through dawn till dusk. But his biggest day was yet to come, When all his stories would turn into reality, When Juliet would get down from her wagon, When Romeo would fall for her head over heels. When stories would just not remain a mere fiction. Her every step towards the stage, Would make him come closer to her heart. His every word would describe her stunning beauty, And his actions would seem smaller, And his eyes glancing at her, All he'd want to do is kneel down, And pour out his heart and tell her about love, Which she always sought for. Not bothering to die a thousand times, He could do that just for a smile. And she would dream to walk down with him, the aisle. It was the perfect velvet night for them, Where the stars hung like beautiful white pearls, And the moon was their dim lit lamp. His show had to carry on, And she had to, had to follow on. Now they met everyday, By the riverine, they'd sit, Silent for hours, They'd look into each others eyes. The river and the rocks applauded their love. Their witness, the skies, It praised their kiss. And now, even Juliet could die, Because she could never put on, A smile, a one too wry.