The torn cards now lie littered at her feet

All hope is gone and the stony heart is replete

With all anxious cares gone by to see

Deaths armies coagulate at the sight He

Fate has dealt her a deadly blow

Now under the sod she will surely go

As to the twist of circumstance and pride

Shake its fist and all other helps deride.

Come Queen of hearts and melt the stony wax

That lays the card out like brass tacks

Waiting for love that never comes

Engulfed by the everyday chores and humdrums

The Black King will welcome you now

He who points the way will show you how

To get recompense for the grisly deed

That dealt the death blow to your need.