“Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, and death’s pale flag is not advanced there.”, Romeo spoke with eyes full of tears, looking down at your lifeless body. He was mesmerised by how breathtaking you looked, even though you were ‘dead’. Little did he know, you weren’t. Not yet.