The night is starry and blue stars shiver in the distance,
The lonely moon weeps in her solitude,
and the spikes of grass dance in the melancholy breeze.

The red rose holds the morning dew with her crimson petals
and the little bird cries amidst the branches
of a once verdant tree

Trees sulk
Stars shiver
Moons weep
Birds wail
And for I,
I sit still, so sedentary...

In this forsaken tomb I shall reside
forevermore...