[00:12.97]With quill and silver knife
[00:21.11]She carved a poison pen
[00:29.10]Wrote to her lover's wife:
[00:36.59]"Your husband's seed has fed my flesh".
[00:44.77]As if a leper's face
[00:52.96]That tainted letter graced
[01:00.52]The wife with choke-stone throat
[01:08.45]Ran to the day with tear-blind eyes.
[03:21.23]Impaled on nails of ice
[03:29.01]And raked with emerald fire
[03:37.16]The wife with soul of snow
[03:44.56]With steady hands begins to write:
[03:52.76]"I'm still, I need no life
[04:00.85]To serve on boys and men
[04:08.23]What's mine was yours is dead
[04:16.25]I take my leave of mortal flesh"