A single word,
Says it all.
A single ballad,
And she falls.
True love flows,
Beneath herself.
And she knows,
She needs no help.
A rose, A ballad
Oh, souch a beutiful ballad.
But this cannot go on,
For they have won.
Our lives in their hands,
Our death is near.
Only to enlarge
With our greatest fears.
I wanted to say,
But I never will.
For this flame burns me
Atop this hill.
My Jane,
My life.
We have gone down
Without a fight
.
I forgot to say,
Oh, I forgot
That hate you,
I did not.
I am sorry,
My final word.
Our death,
By murdurer.
And the word,
I forgot to say,
Is that I love you,
My dearest Jane.