She deliriously fell,
Into a stupor, dead.
Cathy was born as soon as Catherine went to hell.
Heathcliff waited outside without being fed,
Like a hummingbird flitting to and fro.
He mourned about his lost love,
Committing adultery in tow.
Catherine's child wailed pitifully, not getting a response from above.
She was an unwanted thing,
Celebrating all that had left.
Her father knew he had to take her under his wing,
Her mother had taken joy, a theft.
She passed away, not knowing the fate she had left on her dying date.