Unbridled now, And in her eyes pity, In her smile sadness, For what I have done. No scream, No rage or malice, Just a stoic calm, Now the end has begun. Her hand tightly in mine, As it always was, As it always will be, Unceasing endlessly. The raging torrent, Deafening to silence, Witness to destruction And love's transcendency. To tread the air, Cleansed by mountain spray, To hang my head And never look down. Be not my adversary, In some forsaken afterworld, Do not betray me And fail to drown. Such grace, Her eyes fixed on mine, Even in death She knows no fear. I kiss her lips With eyes wide open; I will die broken, For she has shed one tear.