O my fallen love Slain by the assassin's arrow. As I watched from afar, Captured within my own war against his deadly aim. Knowing the arrow has hit true within your still warmed chest. Injured apparent upon your form, humbles a warrior's soul. Holding your cold body within trembling arms, bathing you with my own life's blood. Hurt to know I'll never have your warmth at my side, or your sweet kisses upon my cheek. I mourn your passing deeply for the lost of body and half of a soul. Though do not fret my love, the Goddess' path we'll walk together soon I feel myself grow weaker yet. His aim truer than I thought, Still there is penance that must be paid for the sin of taking life. Wait patiently... I'll be in your arms soon again my love.