Withered Roses for the Dead ~ I reach the gates of the chapel ~ it's overhung with mist.  With my Blood Red Roses I enter the cemetery.  It looks beautiful, so peaceful.  The chapel captures the landscapes, laced in velvet moon light. I look ahead.  I see his grave shrouded in fog.  Oh it looks so beautiful.  The angel, dressed in white, guarding his soul. she's so pretty. Pure white lillies scattered there - I sigh, his favourite flower. I light my candles, the flames filcker, chasing each others shadows on the moon lit walls.  The wind, it whistles round the corners. I lay my blood red roses on his grave .  Oh my beloved, why did we have to part?  My life is with you.  My life is YOU.  I cant bear to not be with thee. We are Entwined Forever. I weep alone.  The Darkness comforts me and warms my soul and the Dead hear my despair. I take my knife in my hand... I hear Death's winged charriot hurrying near - we shall be reunitied. I see you ~ Oh my love, how I have missed thee!  We embrace and kiss, two star-crossed souls, together for eternity.  My life has been forfilled, now my Death shall be too. We glide into the moon light as the roses, wither and die, unlike our love - even in Death we shalt not part.
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