As I stared deep into her jade eyes,
Clouded by her final mistake,
My heart turned into cold blue ice,
"Why," asked I, "must we have such a fate?"
The men in coveralls took my love away,
leaving me kneeling, knee deep, for there I stayed.
As the lights and sirens into the distance faded,
And my tears frozen, falling like the snow,
My misery found me kneeling, I was not jaded;
With it, it brought its cousin, dear cousin, Sorrow,
to eat away at my now frozen, chosen heart
as I watch everything, my everything fall apart.
With the Winter's last hart watching my tears intently,
beneath the silent silver Moon,
I cast my sail, full billowing sails southward silently.
And soon, I sang my mournful deathly tune:
As ages pass like a song well sung,
Sonja, my love, shall lie a graceful angel; an angel, forever young.
The choir then burst the fun’ral dome
Where my Uncle Vince was laid,
And found him, tho’ within the tomb,
Still warm as life, and undecayed.
With blood his visage was distain’d.
Ensanguin’d were his frightful eyes.
Each sign of former life remain’d,
Save that all motionless lies.
The corpse of Vincent they contrive
To the sepulcher to take,
And thro’ both carcasses, they drive
Deep in the earth, a rumblin’ quake.
And since then, I realize
That all shall die when drunk with mead,
And those taken, close their eyes
To see themselves, buried and dead.
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