What if the star-crossed lovers so caught up in the fray, At Juliet's behest the plot would alter? Propose to dreamy Romeo that they might race away, To a free loving life, unstained by slaughter.

Time-warped from Capulets and Montagues, Forever drawing blood in fair Verona, Like sharks and jets long drowned in crimson Westside hues, Or...as frenetic ciphers beached in digitized Verona.

So...how might tragic Juliet begin, To put to clichéd Romeo so weird a proposition? Why as must ever stories that would win, From big screen flambéd brains, a gentler disposition.