Lost love, whispered softly, may I have one last dance?

Breathe life anew, my darling, take my hand, a final chance

Dust stirring familiar tunes, your glow alights the gloom

Alone, the waltz has ended, choking silence fills this room

Claws outstretched to absence, lingering yearning unrequited

Ancient hearth that warmed our bones never to be reignited

Among bloodied brambles, in a bed of rotting blooms,

Buried solely with our dying dream, haunted roses seal my tomb.