Darling, the swans that I lie with are dying,
still on the shore, where the waves are sighing.
Oily and weary, their hours are spent.
Gloomy and dreadful, this final descent.
Darling, these hours without you are killing me.
If given the chance I would follow you willingly.
The cold winds of grief inhaled your last breath
and left me this need to join you in death.
Darling, no comfort am I longer given.
Your cold naked limbs between me and heaven.
The blood that you`ve lost stains sunsets and dawns,
the last rays of light as I die with the swans.
