Grief befalls thy coated years

While we grasp these salted tears

Great beyond us, forever near

 

We see and hear those twisted fears

Crying, calling for those thy sweetened chaste 

A boisterous laugh and cocky grin

Our sweet, sweet bodied Madeline 

 

A scream befalls thy shaded clears

Make Way! Make Way!---For I am here!

I'm here

I'm here

I stand 

I wait 

Waiting for my damn'ed fate 

Death sits in 

He awaits

To take and break 

Her twisted fate

I see the sea 

I wait in fear

Calling,Calling!--my end is near

Fall and wait on dead, deaf ears 

Shake the fears of which my sisters take 

Through the shield of which i break

To take the hate, for such is fate

O'er the guarded gill-filled gait

I stand alone, atop my hate

For I cannot forget that fate 

The fate to which I place my hate 

I place the blame for such a state 

For she cannot replace her fate 

And I cannot replace my hate---a fate?