Glimmering tears of mortal pain,
      The curse upon her, burdening stain.
          A fairy’s life, once eternal true,
        Now lost - a wizard’s spell to rue.

                The skull, her brother!
                The skull, her mother!
                    Her father, sister,
                     Long-lost lover!
               Their souls, for an hour,
                 Beneath wood tower,
                      A rose the sign
                    Of life, deflowered.

             Her wings, a lingering remind
    Of how Death, to them, is no longer blind.
  If not for passion, this fate they’d be spared;
The wizard’s one wish, to know that she cared.