Jealous of the knowledge it brought
Struggling with the desire more than she ought
To own it, wear it; be more knowledgeable than the other
Even if it meant she had to rob it from her mother.
Stealing the diadem, running away
Over hill and under valley, by night and by day
To the loneliest spot in Albania she could find
To brood on her deed, renew her peace of mind.
Her mother was ailing, so desperate was she
Helena heard the man and threw the treasure in the tree.
The Baron stormed in, tried to make her leave with him,
Refusing meant her life shadowing to dim.
She didn't listen, his anger started to show
Not thinking when he stabbed her, her blood would start to flow.
The girl was gone, the diadem lost, her young life at an end
His remorse, his grief, his heartbreak, his torment would never end.
Using his sword he smote himself, putting his Earthly misery to a finish
To forever wear chains as penitence, the hatred between them to never diminish.