What a storm twisting wicked

Mad with hesteria, fickle

the winds do scream dejected

as i remain near spectral

 

Passing from glass to glass with wonder

I contemplate my last kiss

"are those your sweet footsteps, my lover?"

one who i was deigned to miss

 

The wind surged as the door broke

my eyes lamented, our greetings

and from me was the first word spoke

"this shall be the last of our meetings"

 

His hand drew opon my waist

his lips drew opon my soul

and he began with great haste

to steal the heart he stole

 

He who took my maidenhood

he who i adore eternal

Time froze where i stood

my passion rising like a great inferno

 

Twas then when i knew what to do

like a light burning inside me

he shall love me eternal true

and still be forever free

 

he shall love me forever

naught but i shall he miss

seen is mine endevor

let us be together endless

 

oh dagger of mine love

pierce his heart anew

and with this loving shove

suprise? as if not he knew?

 

his last pasion shared with me

as i took his last breath

our lips finally free

our love lives in death