On wing of black I travel by
Black tears fall like waves on the shore
On wing of stone, the angels fly
and my lover's song sounds no more

My heart, merely an empty shell
No sleep needed for the deceased
Because I'm in my own personal hell
An endless prison with no release

As this muse wearily comes to an end
Though our paths should part at this time
For you and I may never meet again
You shall always be a friend of mine

My lover's lyrics have been sung
and this life's pages have been turned
with justice in place, my task is done
to love's embrace,I return.