(Chapter 6: Mykæl)

I lose and I gain,

Tonight I sing a sad song

Of lovers within a raging war of Life verse Death

In a world consumed by Hatred and one's doomed Fate.

This song is melancholy,

Yet it sings a sweet tune:

Of lovers' flight by Day, and whispers of the Night.

Yet, though the flight has not yet lift,

The Fog has parted its ways between them

So they dance in the falling Rain,

As cupid plays a sweet tune and sings a little hymn.

He plays the harp and not the bow,

For he knows the Fate of these two souls.

They dance,

They sing,

They hope,

They dream,

But know they have an empty voice.

Cupid takes an aim from his bow and takes the boy with one stroke,

Now that one is left, the other cries for Death.

He pleads for Cupid to take him too,

For he truly loved him so.

The eve of the Dawn is almost up,

So Cupid aims his bow;

The boy takes his final Tear when the Master paints the Sky.

Cupid sighs,

Shedding his skin as Death himself appears in his place,

Seeing the lovers on the floor, smiles, and carries them away.