A thought crosses through her mind
A mere syllable of a train
Death upon the autumn sky
Surely he feels her pain

The silver and the cold
Are again his friends at dusk
She is still behind him
Bathing in his musk

The snake had burned with fire
A warning to all near
That the owner here was needed
So there is still something here to fear

All the tears and pleading
Did nothing to deter him from his quest
So she will slumber here
While waiting for the rest

Pain and misery were all his friends at dusk
While waiting for the pain to end
He thought of her quiet masquerade
While love sought to make her bend

Pain she has when visiting him
Thinking of passed Mercutio
Whose death was not in vain
He utters that little word, "Crutcio"

His rendezvous with Death tonight
Was nothing at all to fear
For she holds a quiet keening
Very close to his ear

And for all his timing
And all his wit
There is only one thought left
I have failed

She knows what has happened
She does not fret or cry
Simply holds him here
And accepts her fate to die