She was there when he breathed his last
That by her hands he died in vain
And as his blood poured out his cask
She watched him cry so hard in pain.
At night she no longer had good sleep
Her eyes learned how it was to weep
And in her dreams she saw his tears
She saw him let go of all his years.
Her heart could take no less than blame
Of what she had done to him in ache
Her wrath that had them burst in flame
Became the root of her biggest mistake.
She sat and stared at the moon so dark
And listened to the coyote’s bark.
Should she repent, she needed light
Or the coyote’s soul that’s fearless throughout the night.