Fare Thee Well

Oh my sweet one

Keep in pray for me

I'm not dead, alone

But soon i shall be

Sorrow and death, my deities

First day without her silhouette

Tears and blood, my apologies

Those red lips, i'll never forget

A deep and fond care for thee

Got my heart together with thine

Then thou caus'd that harm in me

Torning apart your soul from mine

For now, i feel that death,

More than a sorrow is to me:

Releases chained soul, its path

Is then free through night to flee

Though in my heart a glass shard

Now forever inhabit, craved so deep

Whenever it beats, pain gets hard

The wounds will not heal by my weep

My outer stands, while my inner is asleep

And this curse will forever

By my side ghostly stand

Until the day, hope it's never

Of you kissing my dead hand

"fare thee well! and if for ever,

Still for ever, fare thee well:

Even though unforgiving, never

'gainst thee shall my heart rebel."

"these are words of deeper sorrow

Than the wail above the dead;

Both shall live, but every morrow

Wake us from a widowed bed."*