Nights may be troubled and cold
Yet with blood gold one was betrothed
Promise to live on, to fight on and dream on
Running back and forth; Life goes on
Exhaustingly breathing, ropes kept on tightening
Frightened to drown, screwed to kept trying
A path meddled with mud water
Ripple by the puddle, mad as the hatter
Quivering fingers around necks so soft
Twisted, configured fear, as her life goes off