My vital sin has risen,
to catch me, from the ash.
She will duly unleash
poison in my vein.
Poised to prance, in mind mine,
my dear, I fear I feel her near.
Is apology overdue?
The trembling would cease not
for she
nor for death do I fret.
I've done been overvindicated.
My dear, my seer, let us veer
off our way back home.
Walk away from the sea,
I plead.

That is your house, your dear
you've mistaken.
You built me as the girl you killed,
who's now right behind you.