My love, whose heart shall be at rest,
Drew in last breath within her sleep;
My soul, forever, hers to keep,
Beneath silken cloth and fading breast.
But as her body turns to dust,
Angels sing out beyond my ear;
And though I shed a single tear,
My mind has shadowed, burnt with rust.
Whilst I sit to rue, lament,
Sweetest nectar numbs the pain;
The devil softly speaks my name,
But it is too late to repent;
By now my sins have grown too far,
And define the name of who you are.