Ophelia

Cordelia

Desdemona

And Kate

My sweetness and Beatrice

So precious your pain

I sing for your lovers

Your heavenly fathers to be

Your possible futures

Your obvious endings defeat me

Alma

Badoura

Dorothea

And Jade

Belphoebe is just like me

Such perfect disdain

I sing for the daughters

The heavenly mothers to be

Insanity's wanderings

Ritual fatherings greet me

So carry me (there's no one to)

Comfort me (there's no one to)

Care for me (there's no one to)

Capture me

Ophelia (I dream of the daughters to be)

Cordelia (the ritual fatherings)

Desdemona (the heavenly mothers to be)

And Kate (insanity's wanderings)

Alma (the sons and the lovers to be)

Badoura (the infidel creatures like me)

Dorothea (the virginal martyrs to be)

And Jade (the doting fathers)

I sing for the passive

The heavenly loyals to be

The unrewarded loves

Obvious endings defeat me

While I'm asleep I can open my eyes

What my lucid heart speaks

Conscious caution denies

Here betwixt and between

Lies Iago's demise

As I sing for my creatures

Their infidel features

Ophelia (I dream of the fathers to be)

Cordelia (the heavenly loyals like me)

Desdemona (insanity's wanderings)

And Kate (suicide's followers)

My sweetness (the virginal martyrs to be)

And beatrice (the doting lovers for she)

So precious (the unrewarded like me)

Your pain (the infidel creatures)

Alma (the worshipful followers)

Badoura (the doting mothers to be)

Dorothea (the constant martyrs)

And Jade (the unaging fathers)

Belphoebe (the unloving characters)

Is just like me (insanity's wanderings)

Such perfect (the heaven