And so, two noble families lost
Gone with their acts of cruelty.
No heir stands to take the throne,
No final remembrance of either house.
It is twisted paths that bring us here
To watch Horatio's despair
'Tis unlucky, and lucky still
That love should meet on highest hill.
The dead are gone, the living few
The castle wreaked with awful rue.
Could any have survived this tale?
Or must all despair in mighty gale?