Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Chicago, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend
In fair Chicago, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend
Stories like this are not always told the way they are supposed to. A tale of two lovers finding each other in a place no one would expect it. An elementary school. Both in the Mafia and yet both families rivals. But nothing can stop love. Not even death. That is.....if it calls for it.
The girl only taught the youngest son of the Mafia king of the West side where as she was the heir to the Mafia throne on the East side. But will their love even last?
Pm me with the title: Mafia West Side Glory