In The Honoured Halls of The Yore

There laid the memories in the yore's embrace
where once a mighty quill did softly trace
a tale of hearts and the moods that swayed
as portrayed in the play of Romeo and Juliet.

Where the Moon emerged in Night's attire
and did cast its radiance like a gentle fire
upon the gallery where Juliet was to tread
questioning where her destiny was to head.

Above the stars and over the silken sky
Destiny winked with a shine in its eye
as if she thought, " So deeply smit
are these two that no vow could ever commit."

In the garden where Juliet stood
in a gallery embellished with ivory's hood
where she blossomed like a rose to ensnare
her Romeo and complete their tumultuous affair.

"O Romeo! Romeo!" she exclaimed in half-despair
watching the moon as a judge truly fair
"Wherefore art thou ?" asking for his view,
about Romeo being a Montague.

The scent of roses faded from the air
as Moon had to answer a question so rare
whose answer was known yet unknown
yet it chose not to answer the part known.

The Nightingale wished to sing a song so true
but refused and refrained from its piping do
and below the sky and beneath the moon,
darkness dawned in a night of gloom.

The stars, the moon and its judgement fair
bear witness to the events that would fare.
In the honoured halls, the memories will endure
and ask questions that time can never obscure.

And as events proceeded after this night
when fate's intentions became bright,
both began facing scenes off late,
that would eventually seal their fate.

Over their graves did their families reconcile
calling off their age old bitter feuds imbecile
To put an end to a story of eternal woe
than that of Juliet and her Romeo.

Though the seasons shall wax and wane,
and the Time shall try its best to refrain,
In the honoured halls of the yore
some questions will linger over for sure.