Serenade me again
With that beautiful music you play
When you pluck the strings
Of my egg-shell heart

Forge from the bones of my ribcage a lyre
And call down the ravens and the crows
What will they tell you of our destiny?
I think I hear an owl screech

I follow, dancing, over clover and grass
To the shores of the river Lethe
Where I swim with the naiads
And cry out to you

Oh, do you fault Orpheus
For turning to Eurydice?
A lovesick muse, lost,
To a lovesick fool of a magician

They deemed you a coward
Not wanting to die for love,
You were merely a fool
Thinking you could best death
And live for love instead