Sloppy, yes. Do I care? No. I did this whole piece in an hour. While feeling sickish. And while listening to the Decemberists. I like them but it didn't have a huge effect on the figure except give me the position. CRAMPS HURT DAMNIT. Puking doesn't help.

The Crane Wife 3

And under the boughs unbowed
All clothed in a snowy shroud
She had no heart so hardened
All under the boughs unbowed

Each feather it fell from skin
'Till thread bare while she grew thin
How were my eyes so blinded?
Each feather it fell from skin

And I will hang my head, hang my head low
And I will hang my head, hang my head low

A gray sky, a bitter sting
A rain cloud, a crane on wing
All out beyond horizon
A grey sky, a bitter sting

And I will hang my head, hang my head low
And I will hang my head, hang my head low