Weak midnight promises of love

Were wept upon Her grave

And shunned by stars above

In mortal life lurks my dismay

An Angel stole my heart

and Death took Her away

She sleeps beyond the grace of god

A dreaming beauty

If wishes could only fray that bond

The dead would sing for me...

Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice

A poet's serenade

Her name a whisper 'pon my lips

And lo, Rorasa came