Back into the world Always did as they Wrong to hate them Pitiful remnant

were told
imagination Came back together Fall down dead Heirloom
Chilled Wrongdoing Beautiful Castle
Better place than this Wicked, disobedient Nobody else matters Always hated us
child
Took pride Afraid Silly merricat Spoke directly to me
Hidden from the world Deserved to die Connie I could not endure
The moon Shut away from the It Safe
world
Go to sleep Air of dull enjoyment Tied with wire Fence
detested The world is full of So happy A little house … on the
terrible people moon
Lived normal lives Should have faced the Blackwood blood Kept things in order
world
Omens spoke of Waiting for something Never be punished Change was coming
change to grow
Ageing in grey Work like a slave Looks like Father ghost
weariness
Dirty little houses Afraid of men Dishonest Demon
Let [the house] burn Keep those memories Rotting hearts Unhealthy
alive environment
Deviate from Couldn’t breathe Done penance long Like the colours
regularity enough
Drab and pleasant normals Common people Take the first step
Poor strangers Frighten them more Keep hidden from the Living with the dead
world
Shameful thing to do Eccentric Continue to gossip Destroyed everything
in public
Everything is safe buries treasures Deep coloured rows Poem by the
[over there] (refers to Blackwood women
the moon)
Dead dried world Magical safeguards Put them back (refers Fate intervened
to the sisters)
Forget all that Warmly together Path closed forever PRIVATE NO
happened TRESSPASSING
Ugliness, ruin and Sang in the starlight Never sorry Have them all back
shame again
Dirty little houses Odd colours Would not let them Shut out the world
change [her] world
Only weakens you untouched Happy life Us