Twelfth full moon rises high Silver light bleaches her room For her dawn shall not shine She is the embodiment of gloom She is For when he left her world She could not thread it alone She stumbles lost and whirled Stricken deep and chilled to the bone No, she could not take it The weight of her pain and her sorrow No, she could not make it Where he has gone she must follow Blood drops are filling the ocean She slips into a deep sleep A dream world full of emotions Where she no longer weeps Her eyes shall not gaze tomorrow Her hearth's companion was stolen Her shell lies shivered and hollow Consumed by the passion she's fallen Sleep