The first would say, with no fear within him
"I love you", and then he would hold her close.
His ambitions of a pure incentive
And rested, knowing he loved her most

The second, would say to the same kindness
With nothing but a smile in his face
"I love you not, for true love is blindness",
As he loved the tearfall's increasing pace

The third one said, through his knives and his pens,
With a fear and a terror in his tone,
"Let me answer for my own mortal sins",
And kept him with his knifes and pens alone

And when the fourth one had spoken to her,
He had done so with a smirk stiched wide.
"Fear me dear, for if it's death you infer
You and I would be walking side by side

And the last one, the fifth one, didn't speak.
For her life had been long since forgotten.
He slept his life lonely, dying, and weak.
Because the whole of we five is rotten.