S: Benvolio's scrapbook
1: Letter from High Heaven, by a young Mercutio, To his alive cousins, dear Tybalt, and Romeo: ‘Tis not so deep as a well, nor wide as a church Door; but ‘tis enough, I tell you as I did before. I oft dream of a portly gentleman who sought to Save my life. He laid out roads of strife, to sue for Danger that was oh so narrow, paved mainly with The bone marrow of human souls - go Forthwith! I was going to be a Lifeguard and give way to the Ocean to lay fish out such fools from impossible Notions; but tomorrow as today, I am far too petty Small to be that way. As a boy, I was overly pretty. I have Benvolio. The guy is everywhere, telling The villagers by getting between two angry gangs Of swords to stand down, always to stand down. Benvolio is adamantly opposed to your gravity.
2: Best Friends
3: Two friends walk down the street, looking for their love-sick companion. We call out his name, one makes a jest, in his ever-sarcastic tone i know so well. We stand for each other, We lean when it's rough, But he always has my back, with his sword and dry wit. But he gets on my nerves, And his sharp tongue does not help, He lacks self-control and my patience wanes, Though vexing he is, we will always be friends. But he was not meant to die by old age, I tried my ways, i begged for some peace, And in the end it was peace that killed him. Mercutio died in my hands.
4: Family | Lord Montague | Lady Montague | Romeo | Benvolio