Fate is but an open wound,
which I cleanse with death.
I die today for my only moon,
and breathe my last of breath.
With mine only love dead,
I am dead as I live,
and death is my only mate.
And so to Juliet my life I do give
for her death by another's hate.
With these last words,
I hasten to die,
to be by my lady fair.
And in death's short life,
we will meet in the sky.
And in the heavens; at her side,
I'll take there.
