What sense is there still clinging
To the strands of fate not severed yet
We met, we let the best of us
Reset, and I forget the rest
Of storms we weathered just
To see the other side of life expressed
In silent chimes of solar lust
Combusting seas of shimmer shade
Charades as we began to fade
She knew me in a time when I
Did not myself seem to know I
Why from her side my path had strayed
To stained Mnemosyne replayed
And as I paved it to my grave
I made a slave of her and bade
Farewell to my temporal shell
And sealed the soulless wretch in hell