The night is young, like you were my love.
And just as fragile as the moons shine you were…

The rose that I am holding in my hand is slowly fading away to the tares that I am shedding.
Perhaps are my tares not human, but none less real my love…
I know that our love were forbidden, but that never stopped me from loving you!

The wind is now stroking my cheek, like the hand of yours once did.
But you are not coming back… not even to take farewell…
You are forever lost in the darkness… forever lost in the valley of death…
You were taken from my when our love was at the most passionate, and my revenge will be just as sweet as the vine we once divided under the light of the moon.

                                                                    Farwell