Escaping Fate

His dying words, the whisper of his final life breath had drifted across my face as he spoke. Mercutio is…was…always so full of the life that enraptures the day, full of energy that charges through the world.

Somehow it feels wrong to close my eyes and see his still body imprinted a thousand painful times behind my eyelids. It's like seeing the waves crash away from the shore, or the sun cross the sky in the opposite direction.

I had been fooled by his smile, so my chance to help him passed by without my noticing and I let him die. My best friend, my brother in all but blood, faded out of existence as I clutched him desperatley in my arms, unable to help.

And Tybalt! O does fortune find joy in directing my life? Does my rage consume my body so that I no longer recognize the difference between right and wrong?

It was easy to kill Tybalt, to end his life. Too easy. Easy in the way that only one whose soul has been diseased and blackened can achieve.

I was a fool, blinded by a screen of revenge and ungodly anger. And now I must pay the heady price. For now, as I write, the Prince is deciding upon my ill-fated and untimely end. Or maybe it is not the Prince. Maybe the Fates, those conniving stars, do take his body and whisper words of instruction in the Prince's war.

But would these iniquitous Women of Destiny order the Prince to have me executed, if they do take such sinful pleasure from my inevitable and inescapable pain?

Yet, they did not smile their sinfully angelic smiles upon Mercutio. A good man, none better, a trickster angel amongst foolish mortals. Nor did they smile upon Tybalt, The King Of Cats.

Maybe their cruelty is unbounded. Maybe they shall command the Prince to spare my life, and allow me to wander this world with my preordained and doomed destiny always following my fated footsteps.

Death would be merciful to escape those interfering Fates.