Her Last Sigh Goodbye

Draped in white cerecloth
 Waiting for the crows to fester with claws
 Ripping my solitude apart
 A faint dream disappearing at dawn
 Slowly dimming my light
 Silencing the remains of my day
 It echoes back and forth
 The moment she gave me the crown of thorns
 The wind brought nothing to grasp
 Whispering of coming holocausts
 Is it the well of hope as deemed to some
 Or the coming of repentless scorn
 Only when none is left to be taken
 To see how your grace has fallen
 For a long time led astray
 When only harm answered my pray
 I finally hear your last sigh goodbye
 And so it began, the tide of prosperity
 Yet grieve for the wounds of salt you gave to me
 Even how bitter the wine may taste
 Yet it will soothe the crusade I have to face
 The wind brought nothing to grasp
 Whispered of holocaust
 The well of hope, deemed to some
 Come the repentless scorn
 Only when none is left to be taken
 To see how your grace has fallen
 For a long time led astray
 When only harm answered my pray
 I finally hear your last sigh goodbye
 Her last sigh!