Juliet… she’s dead! How is it that just this morning I was preparing for a wedding in a house full of excitement, when now I am preparing for a funeral in a church full of woe? All items adorned with white have now been swapped for the darkest of blacks. When I walked into Juliet’s room this morning, I was bewildered to find the nurse and my wife weeping beside Juliet’s bed. I didn’t believe it initially - that she was dead. I thought to myself, how and why? How can my dear daughter who was but a flower beginning to bloom be plucked from the ground at such a young age? Oh Juliet, why canst thou wake up as if drugged and fall into my outstretched arms? She can’t be dead can she? I see her radiant face everywhere I look: in the rolling clouds; the waving trees; even in my reflection in this window. Her long brown hair blowing in the breeze and her chin slightly tilted upwards towards the sun. …show more content…
Why must I be the victim of your cruelty? Why do you work in partnership with time? Time, the evil which controls our every action. Why did you prowl around my daughter’s room at night, awaiting the perfect moment to strangle her with your icy fingers and purloin her life? Thou art a vicious tyrant! You slither into everyone’s life like a snake, choosing to strike when all is well. Juliet was to be married and live a life full of riches but then you stole it from her! From me! You stole my one chance of being a good father to my daughter. My one chance to give her the life she