The longest night
        must fade to shortest day and morning light
        must bring her ill portent for summer days
        cut short (they will not pay) when widows wake
        to wail their long lament

Her fingers stretch
        to touch our icy cell where walls play host
        to ghostly shadows cast of bars of
        iron cast (they will not sell) and brings her
        lamentation unsurpassed

The dinted straw
        retains his slumbered shape to taunt my
        tortured mind, I hear the screams of pity in
        my head (they will not wait) and dare not sleep
        to find him in my dreams

I cannot dare
        to hope yet hope I must till hope for hope
        has fallen into dust