But, alas, that proved our undoing, my love. When the hour arrived to bid you farewell, And consign you to an earthen crypt, I could not bring myself to release you.
And so, I descended to the underworld, Where I offered my soul to the grim reaper, In exchange for a reprieve from your loss. He accepted my offering without a second thought, Devouring my essence whole, without a shred of mercy.
Yet, through it all, I felt not a single twinge of pain. For the agony of losing you was far greater, Than any torment, the reaper could inflict upon me.