3 September 2012
Aged hearts turn dust to dust, Together, side by side, Within a wisened undead lust, Their withered hands clasp tight in trust.
Together, they both pull the strings, As overhead, the murder flies, Together, slowly, freezing life, As, once again, they meet their eyes.
They passed away so long ago, But couldn't bear for pain to claim, And, so, held on, throughout all time, Their shield of love against the game.
Forever and a century, Their minds will turn to dust, But, senseless love, and silver magyck, Keeps them there in lust.
Necromancy, midnight death, They fall, together, through all time, All six feet under, hearts as one, Their endless love calls death to line.
Undead Love • Opuss № I