The Arrow of vile archer has pierced my heart
Shall I now compare this bleak to the end of time?
But could you have put out to this leach
Without a note of farewell on our buddy bench?
O! Where am I?
Surprise had beaten the strongest, am I blameworthy?
Until we meet again at that tunnel end dear Mena
I shall light your path with black candle till your relics rottens
So, forever without doubt know, that I endure this demise in pains
But still knit this slit in the castle wall of our love to preserve
Although suckled by porous bleeding heart
That filters slowly my mournful psyche away
Yet, I cinture the trace of your image to deified till the air at Bay
I know that this prosody I chant sinks in deaf ears
Because everytime I see your apprition in the sun
Walking down that silent windy Dale
I summon death like spirits
And countless times I stretch akin to dab your rear apparel
Kissing space in pretty tale
But feel through empty clouds in sunken distress
Now I feel ache throb my heart
Now I feel death drink my joy
But when death will walk me closely
And once again, I a shadow to cross the sky
I shall walk the dead aisle with daffodils
Following where my elf spirit please to wipe thy tears
And whisper, mother, I miss thee.