Love is a fragile thing
easily taken too soon
A bud plucked before
the flower bloomed
When she met death
he was heartbroken
desperate to save her soul
With song and lyre
he persuaded the god of death
to restore her life
As long as he
didn't look back
Too little too late
Early did he glance back
to hear a whisper spoken;
'Farewell'
As she was pulled further into the darkness