By moonlit shores I stand, waiting.
Upon the stars I wish,
as I sing my song, a widow's tragic muse.
Notes in misery echo.
Down into the depths of sorrow.

To moonlight's silver eye my vision wanders,
searching for a clue,
for a token of the morrow.
But I am denied, so still I yearn.
Down into the depths my gaze returns.

Foam laps at my feet with a touch so vile,
so cold it burns,
And into crashing waves I stagger.
No champion heeds my desperate call.
Down into the depths I fall.

A brooding melody's last notes remain,
all but faded.
As in battles lost, hope surrenders,
falling as though to sleep,
Down into waters dark and deep.