Bone Orchard

Come for me, for my death.
Where in I reside.
Henceforth my soul, abduct
Love, she has lied.

Preside over
Elysium of pine.
Come for me, for my death.
Not a tear not glasses hides
Bury the bones without a sign.

To weep and shake
This sad lover's sin.
Come for me, for my death
Where love has never been.