Perhaps the best in talent-
But fools they always were.
We who were through with being ever-second-
We devised a plan to rid the stage of them.
No, but perfect all the same.
Clever and cunning and every bit dramatic.
We could have been starring in our own piece.
It was to be a murder-
A double murder upon the stage-
We were not so cruel as to let them die away from it.
Yes, they would draw their final breaths there,
Watched by a crowd of-
Fools who would merely think their acting superb,
And never comprehend
That the deaths they saw were real.
And even if they did know, did find out our crime,
So much the better for us.
We would still get our fame.
The play was that of the “star-crossed lovers”,
Doomed to die.
And so would our fools perish.