The wane of my crescent fixation,
The moon she doth corrodes
Thousands of voiceless faces
Besmirch the darkened canopy
This winter's night, needful and torturous,
Has unearthed many secrecies
Amongst caskets sealed forever (I once believed)

Forgive my pessimism,
But I suffer only regret,
Committed to this loneliness no more

The flames of my disbelief,
A silence among the deceased and foreboding
This elegance entombed within these grounds
Was not of my hands' doing

The malefic stars weep upon her resting place,
A loss I've mourned for countless seasons
And it were by the grace of God
That I be spared this I'll fate
To be with her once more,
Engraved in eternal sleep
The maelstrom of the night,
Her embodiment in the mist

Death, ye heartless bastard,
Thy taunts shall not distress

My grief begotten heart awakes
In absence of her warmth
But she will know the night air once more,
As my hand caresses hers
How long since summers past
Have the boundaries of life withheld?
No more, the melancholy night beholds
A burial gown, our night swept feet
Shall tread

And we shall immolate together,
Our ashes forever entwined