The women laid with just one blow
Beneath black rocks in staggered snow
Shrilled in a belt of bloodied rage
Yet in a voice that I would know
My sister stood behind my age
Behind rough arms and worried face
A dress of green and white she wore
And such implored to \'run away\'
Her skin was pale and there was more
Than this, when she was found ashore
Though in her eyes reflect the cliffs
Which bit upon that twisted lure
Above the lake we tried to give
Life to the waters cold and still
Yet if we drown we cannot live
And if we drown we cannot live