Two species, both alike in dignity, in fair Fillydelphia, where they lay their scene, from ancient griefs broke to new empathy, where savage blood makes civil limbs unclean: from forth the fatal loins of these two kinds, a pair of starstruck lovers build their life, whose misadventurous passion's intertwined do, with their love, bury their mutual strife.

The courageous passage of their checkmarked love and the continuance of their species' age, which, by their incarnations' start, refused to shove, is now several hours traffic of their stage; that which if those with wayward eyes attend, what here had missed, their toils shall strive to mend and defend the shameless inspiration penned or, rather, typed from its beginning to end.

This is their story being on display for many to see with eyes and beyond, one of both pony and dragon if one may, under the nocturne when they both correspond, freed from both shame and guilt from the others, both past and present tenses altogether, as if they were all from worlds another, now side by side regardless of what weather.