Let us put fire to a candle
in the hope that it pleases your spirit.
Let us walk the path of memory
and tell ourselves that you aren't really gone.

Let us descend that golden staircase
and lie to your corpse.
Let us try and forget you
before you are even cold.

Let us tell our children of hate
how it is that you lived and died.

But I alone truly loved you, knew you,
revered you... as my queen
and as my lover.