Within a distant cove, hidden in Earth's marrow
Caressed by sweeter melody above the pool of sorrow
Bitter-sweet breaths of life and pain--nothing to the others
Her tears flow endlessly; her breaths she wished to smother
Gilded chains confine her form, and jewels replace her eyes
Her skin has hardened to crystal, but still she lives to cry
The Goddess Of Tears is harvested for the "greater pleasure"
But there is no joy here, no purpose here; not by any measure
Now weep. Forever . . .