I wait next to Cerberus,
watch his mouth froth
rise up to the earth.
The hunters are baiting the wolves,
the armies poisoning the wells
with it, while I wait
at the gates of Hades

for Romeo to swallow it—
descend and save the one
he's not yet met,
the one whom he cannot live

Sick romantic, in death
I am always lovely.
So I wait for him

to join me. Bind me
to his passion story.
It is and forever was my great wish
for I have waited All Time
next to Cerberus.