Her leather bag is clutched in those deceivingly frail-looking
And delicate fingers Rori once loved so much.
With one last glance to her beloved's body,
Emma takes off at a run to the coppers, bag
Held out in front of her. And then...
It explodes, massive plumes of smoke erupting,
And sweet blessed darkness comes for her,
Because it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.