funereous crying

Open your window
let the white lady come
the breeze brings the widow
the purest of souls undone

walk, through the wind
listen your own despair
pieces of ice, thin,
touching you through the air

such a glorious trip
this ice can start
only your weep
can touch her heart

finally arrived
to he mansion of terror
your love denied
this would be no error

outside, someone crying
despair, beliefs and treason
someone is deeply dying

suddenly, you see her grave,
stone and name erased by time
you wanted her heart to crave
someone wanted to commit a crime

through her tears
yo can read her epitaph
all those years
wasted for your wrath

enter her sorrow
her funereous crying
a soul so hollow
her heart is dying

forget your past
believe her eyes
your soul nefast
can reach her cries

do meu coraçao negro para os meus caros e assiduos leitores :p


SORROW