Here comes the relinquish of control

Of Miss Dearest’s lost soul

Gone with the turning of the tide

She wails the sad song of her goodbye

Slowly forgotten to time and darkness

Leaving the wind’s cry bleak and breathless

Forced to be quiet in long painful silence

Living death causes endless mental violence

Til the murmur of living death

Renews Miss Dearest’s last breath

She awaits the day of revelation

When she can begin her reincarnation.