A necklace of rope hangs from your neck

As your bruises bleed all lost hope

So let’s talk about your death

It was, in fact, unfortunate, but well deserved



What you did was no human right

As magic is not among humans

And yet you wished and you were granted death

So let’s talk about your end, shall we?



Dark eyes and dark hair has always been in and out

Yet you were as bright as a dove

A mark of beauty, which got you into trouble



Sit down, and let me tell you a tale

“A girl used magic and she was hanged; the end.”

So tragic and so predictable



“Lord Death,” you say, “I want to live, sir.”

And of course you do, you died after all!



That necklace of rope suits you well

Since now you are not beautiful anymore

In death, nobody is ever beautiful

But death is the most beautiful thing



My poor soul, how you screamed when the dark came

Beaten, dragged stabbed, and then hanged

What a show you put on

It’s such a pity it had to end at your end