Silence, sweet silence, fell over the air.

My eyes they burned, but I wasn't there.

I was lost within my own mind,

Hoping that he wouldn't die.

After all those years,

Would he leave me

To drown in my own tears?

Blood spilled down that smooth, pale face,

Green eyes mysterious,

His death holding grace.

Every movement so lithe,

Like a small agile fox.

Why couldn't that save him

When he needed it most?

O mystical moon,

Grant me that which I aim to use.

A forlorn hope,

The mirror of death.

Bitter sorrow hangs in my very breath.

Nothing has any appeal anymore,

So why not give up and open death's door?

He may grieve for me,

But why waste such tears?

He knew my insecurities,

He knew all my fears.

Forgiveness I feel pouring out of his heart.

If only we could rewind to the start.

I would rewind to my days as a thief,

When I didn't know pity,

And I never felt grief.

Back then was when we had such great love,

And I was his heart.

Both of us were tyrants so cruel,

But why didn't we realize

The love that was ours?

Were we simply too cruel,

Too coldhearted, unkind?

Or were we in our youth

Just simply blind?

That one special place

In his heart that was mine,

That was where true happiness I'd find.

We were the leaders,

Lovers till the end.

Then he found some different friends.

In my rage and anger I left,

Never to tell of my wild story.

Pain and neglection flared within,

And I started to wonder

When the healing would begin.

Now I stand here,

Watching the blood pour from his wounds.

Was such self-sacrafice necessary?

Tears, they come like pouring rain,

Never to allow me life again.

Now that his death is drawing so near,

I have little to love,

Yet nothing to fear.