Touched by the grimm
He was faced with fate
Fearing the sickening rate
At which it was caving

Capabilities of passion
Fought with love and rage
Tearing out the page
Only to paste it in

And page by page
She caressed his corruption
With a soft hand
And a sharp tongue

And line by line
He slipped in suspension
Too dignified for love
Staying lonely, so lonely.