Remembered in a Song

On the lake at dawn,
she contemplates the next move.
It’s always left to her
to figure out what to do.
In her reflection,
she sees what she regrets.
Much to her dismay,
she also sees what lies ahead.
She knows who she has to hurt,
who she’ll remember in a song.
She’s pretty sure, but hopes she’s wrong.
She’s pretty sure, but hopes she’s wrong.
She’s pretty sure, but hopes she’s wrong.
Death is heavy in her hands;
holds it high above her head.
Lets it plunge into the water.
She is through with bloodshed.
She is through with bloodshed.