You return like clouds on a summer day.
Darken the warm glow,  with the black night.
You smell of stale air and soiled decay.
Burning my beacon with pale blue light.
I feel your bitter, cruel hands in the cost frost.
The dogs moan with a melancholy bark.
I hear musical notes of their sweet loss.
They are divided, but are never apart.
I would hate to erase your pale pasted form.
Will you always be, in my memory?
I want you to shine bright as the rise of morn.
To be majestic and calm as the joyous melody.
  Lady Fate paid her debt, and took your life;
  Therefore if you have arisen... are you my wife?