Her hair was a dark brown,
Shimmering light as she walked,
The eyes were silver,
With a smudge of grey,
Like a thunderstorm brewed,
Forever in her eyes,
Soft was her touch,
To my face as I wept,
The end was near.
Her skin was so radiant,
Always rosy and smiling,
I stay by her side,
Though a reek makes me sick.

No kisses can I steal,
From my Lovers cold lips,
Her eyes are cold,
like piece of ice.
Her skin is so pale,
Not once had it been,
The skin now it clings,
To each separate bone.
My Lady is dead.
By the hate of time,
I will stay by her side,
For however long,
My path had been lain,
As I said those three words,
I will die as a mortal,
Alone for an age,
Till her body is gone,
Only traces of dust,
Shall I lay my head down,
For eternal rest,
I see My Lady above me,
Together we shall fly.