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?