She looks at him and stands aghast, Their actions bear a stark contrast Through recklessness he leaves her scorned; Companions left by death adorned At every turn his words send chills At every chance he serves his will Her crumbled pride in ruins lie, Senses her end, it's very nigh Picks up the spills come of his wrack; The bones she carry on her back She cares not what he had her told She wears her losses proud and bold Her throne besieged with broken troth As he claims master of them both He underplays this potent deceit Wanton violence Always ire Wanton violence Always ire A whisper heard from far and wide Tells faintly of a broken pride In solitude her doors are shut His will be done no matter what And he tries to make her desist Wrecks her body to fit with his He takes her within his hands, Liquids pouring from her glands. Steadily his blows descend, She may never breath again