Early in the morning late at night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Then drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
he got up to kill those two dead boys.

My Personal favourite is the Prologue of Romeo and Juliet the story I have read myself not just for its Element of love but the Underlying conflict and Violence .

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful...

[ I might lead a Symbol of utter evil one in which Reigns throughout this fair land but Experience is enough alone to for me to able to share this with you Enjoy.... Or feel my wrath ]


can it be that my love is gone ? .
My heart is gone left in its place a fireless pit .
For my heart cannot beat when it did in fact beat for the one whom is Gone .
Detest I will against the Bindings that are love .
Tis a word I pray melted down into simple words and courtesies.
Love does not Exist it is used like the ones in the grasp of relationship