What were these walls before, before the break?
Did tapestries hang heavy under dust
And tallow light the pathways in my wake?
Did I learn all the truths a daughter must?
Is now the last fulfillment of my fate
To roam this barren manor in my shift
An endless bleak October lost in wait
And smothered in a fog that cannot lift?
To grasp the splintered spindle tighter still
To take each frozen step across the stone
No longer granted hope, nor pain, nor will
My life a sin for which I must atone
Eternity is set -- my die is castCome not to find me, love; that chance is past