Tragedy ragged in the capture of her cast,

Drafted for the interchange 

How openly strange.

Grossing The Caspian redress,

Copper in the walled off stress

Who was to guess?

Their trust was lost in the wounds,

Bigger and wider than people

Protestations that refused the steeple,

Ascension to the top of the square

Lost though the state was,

Among her stare

One day they would end her,

By her own glare.