Poor Sister

MASON: My dear, I have brought you a lily today
For the roses were frail
And the petals fell away
The morning mist has kissed your grave
Rest now in sleep
Our secrets will keep
Till we speak again tomorrow
JANE: Mr. Mason?
MASON: Miss Eyre! Jane
What happened here?
MASON: She set the flame
Although no one knows why
Poor sister
For she thought she could fly!
Sweet sister
Edward saved everyone else who was there
But got out too late for himself I declare
What happened to him
Well, it just isn’t fair
Poor Edward
JANE: God have mercy…
MASON: He’s still alive
But the dear man is blind
JANE: Dear master
MASON: And crippled in body
If not in his mind
Poor sister