The clock struck but was too slow
waiting too long to begin
"faster, faster it must go
'round the clock again"

Bringing sorrow still incomplete
too slow was the hand
when pace is set and youth deplete
then sadness breaketh the man.

The voice that first cried for action
now looks into the past
but hearts are filled without compassion
 and struggle is met with laughs.

Not pitty, "Oh pitty would be the game"
though it were once my friend ...

The life we had was stolen from us. No one knew why or how. All we knew was that the only happiness we had ever possessed was gone, ripped from us as we watched our homes burn and our families beheaded. The guillotine, staining the streets red with the blood of aristocracy. I did not want to look, I did not want to see my brother's head separate from his body, but the servants with whom I longed insisted I see...

    Once upon a time in a land of stone
    Lived a girl made of laughter, lavender, and bone
    Her heart was heavy, but her troubles were few
     and the tears she shed were little more than dew
    
    She had made her mind, but her heart was her ruler
    for no one could see as her soul grew cooler
    
    In ice and snow her body...