The moon adorns her bonnie bride
With veils of wind and rippling lake;

Cold fingertips, blind eyes, sealed shut;
My oath to keep; your word to break.

Pretty people don't lie, my love;
Murdered hearts don't feel but pain.

Your eyes saw me a stranger, love,
A stranger never to feel again.

Tears shine where silver letters shone;
Stone memories, lost; 'neath the tree,

I await you, love, my life in the past
And a fistful of stars for you and for me...

                                              ~Wordsmith

In darkest days
In sorrow filled night
Do not crumble in hardest blight
Burn bright by fires light
For the path of pure is still in sight

Side by side,
Body and soul,
Eternally grateful,
In each other's life,
For it takes two,
In this long journey to oath.