Of the Wilis’ fate in Giselle, I do wonder
If, in the end, one was still added to their number.

For what of Bathilde, at the end of day?
By Duke Albrecht was she, too, not betrayed?

Even if they married, she would always know
That her intended loved another so.

A maiden she so briefly called a friend
Before the girl’s life drew to bitter end.

Did the Wilis taunt dear Bathilde in her sleep
And make her crave the revenge that they keep?

Ah, poor Bathilde—but, such is the plight
Of minor roles when leads are out of sight.

For e’er will it remain a mystery
What you went through on Albrecht’s night of misery.