She says that she's one made for trivial things
Her fingers of marble bearing black diamond rings
While holding my hand she comforts me so
Her fingers as cold as the ice and the snow  
I cannot ask her the words I do not speak
But I wish to know a secret she keeps
We cannot talk long for my lungs can still breathe
And so to her word my blade I do sheathe
She says that it's not the night for such an end
Her silver set eyes well with tears that can mend

She stands in a field of dark flowers
Wearing summer’s crown
Her words are a symbol of power
But her face is sealed in a frown

Her dearest reflected in snowfall
A lady of winter’s despair
Her voice mumbles on in a drawl
Behind curtains of sepia hair

The ladies, two sides of a coin
Heaven and hell turned to one
Love that only fate will rejoin
The eclipse of the moon and the sun