The Dawn casts upon him, feeble rays of light
the angels stop in wonder, weeping at his plight
He makes his gifts to heaven, of tears and bitter pain
the sky above takes pity, and offers him the rain
the birds of spring sing softly, lest he remember woe
the ocean sways him gently, in its ebb and flow
As he drifts to slumber with a gentle sigh
his wails echo through the valleys, making mountains cry
the arms of night now fall, to wipe away his tears
the pale moon slowly rises, soothing all his fears
and the roses of the night blossom in the dark
but even sweet aroma, cannot heal love's mark
he lay there in the darkness, his world falling apart.
his hands crimson red, bleeding from his heart.
The earth stopped its turning, and the winds grew still.
as cupid drew another arrow, to finally seal the kill.