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
not for death
do I fret.

My dear, 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.