The thunder booms a rhythmic song
One that does not last long

Shall I be happy, sad, or mad is my thought
Or should I just be distraught

Fro the battle between hot and cold
Rage within me but long behold

I shall not fold
only to be told

Your worth nothing great
but oddly I relate

Should I fall for the bait
even when it might be to late

For this I ponder
As it starts to dawn on her

That she made the mistake
for trusting the conniving snake

She's all alone now
but she still wont bow

She's got enough for one more
She'll even out the score

Although it hurts
and she's sore

She wont lose this never ending war
Until she's washed up on haven's shores