Oh dismal mourning... 
I open my weary eyes once again 
My life has been left hollow 
and ashes have filled the gorge of my within 
Last night I hoped and wished
I'd die in my sleep 
but no catharsis was granted to me 
Will this pain ever pass? 
The enchanting perfume of winter 
and the bleak, cold breath of her 
still haunts me... 
Oportet ubique pulchritudinem evanescere 

So half of me rode to the mountains 
and the other half soared high in the winds 
to a place where the angels had fallen, 
the soil gagged and choked on their wings 
My soul was the pale skyline that she stretched across the horizon 
Two years had brought the fire that she paints upon my loathsome canvas