" I rode all day.
I cried all night.
The moon didn’t glow.
The sun didn’t rise.
A comet blazed
Between my eyes.
West and South,
Wind and rain.
Every way is
Just the same.
Pray give me a box
To hide inside.
Pray give me a spade
To dig my own grave. "

― Gail Carson Levine , Fairest