No one here will now rejoice,
Standing at your place of rest,
Mellifluous music lost its voice
With secrets in your chest.
Your breath had softly pressed
A flower for love to linger;
In my dreams you’re still caressed,
A ring’s still on your finger.
This may be my one last visit,
Horror’s living longer;
Torrid, turbulent, once exquisite,
What kills me makes me stronger.