Conceal the body of love with darkness,
For it is no longer to roam the world,
Unlock the eyes of Lady Hope's blindness,
As the petals of a wilted rose curl.
Condemn notions of sweet sunshine to die,
As horror swings free from strings of hpe frayed,
Permit the heavens to, with the earth, cry,
A reminder of innocence decayed.
Let blood flow from the heart's lacerations,
Open the casket of death's true haunting,
Shield minds from fatality's temptations:
Scenes from the lives of lovers left wanting.
Let these last lines of hate cry through my lips,
Indeed Love shall be my apocalypse