Portrayals of her face Feeble scents of her perfume Blended with putrefaction And miasma. Delight to me I bleed affection for her My kindred spirit and companion Passion pure, rapture and dearth If I could I would kiss her again She dreams alone On antediluvian shores In the outmost reaches Of wisdom and time In my mind, there is hope That she shall rise up From the ashes like a Phoenix And that neither space nor death Will separate us anymore Indistinct is her presence Yet somehow, still there In my dreams she whispers Of images, tangible and profound We can but live this illusion An ocean of dreams betwixt Sentenced to solitude But together, we still dwell Despondently, my lifelong love Will dwell in aeons of dreams evermore Let it be known that it is she that feeds my heartbeats That now are slowing down Oh, she dreams alone On shores, antediluvian In the reaches of wisdom and time Yet in my mind, there is still hope That she one day shall rise up like a Phoenix And that neither space nor death Will separate us For my heart is growing weaker by the minute And this illusion cannot feed my desire forever I have no tears left, as I now leave my body And together we may wander these shores