Off, Over, And Down

Cast me off, over, and down,
To jagged rocks sat upon hard ground.

Watch me fall with my eyes in their terror,
As I watch your back as you turn in error.

You murdered me in cold blood, and cold snow.
Gather your things; take your leave and go. 

Whisp away to whatever island or wood,
For I will come to you and return what I should. 

I'll dig over, under, and down,
To bedrock, six feet below ground.