Oh, to die a death less valued
     Much that was once lost now lives
And yet, and yet...
     Here I find myself undone
By powers beyond my scope
     Such is my end.

Oh, such wonders wondered
     Living a life unloved
Waiting, waiting...
     A threat not voiced
Only spoken through silence
     A morning without sun.

Oh, what wroth hath writ
     Hope sharp as wit
Love a soft-spoke casualty
     Of a crushed and listing ship
Foundering on a shore
      This wielded weapon.