From her shrine of lilies, she rose
A maiden, a very beautiful prose
Walked the empyreal path of love
Putting a spell on the glum sky above
‘Cry’, she whispered,'let it all out’
‘Mourn not silently, my beloved’
‘Give away the ache, give away the doubt
And come back from the land of the dead.’
As her seraph lover stirred,
The grey melancholia thundered
Twas an agony one had never heard.
Dark canopy of clouds stretched above
As he questioned his heart
If twas indeed her, his essence, his love.
The Enchantress smiled
She kissed away his tears and said,
‘Where wouldst I be without thee?
How canst our souls be torn apart?
Look within, my Love
I’d always be in thy heart’
Her words were the melody of a dream.
That comforted his soul in the twilight dim.