Act Two: A Shattering in F# Minor
Crywolf
Oh my queen
We are here again
With your lonely eyes
And your rusty skin
You’ve been gone for a long time
I buried you so far away
where nothing grows, and no one goes
But, still, late at night
Your bones will stir and you dig
Up into my room and hold me close here
While I sleep I dream of all we had