I feel her there, as always, unseen

She’s returned again, my casket’s queen

Frozen in wonder, I don’t know what to say

Because now, it seems, she’s here to stay

This woman, she’s mine, she’s made of dreams

Though, for her, I’ve sang a thousand solitary requiems

But no matter, now, finally, now, it seems

She has formed before me in the flesh

I feel her gentle, fleeting fingers upon my face

I worry she’ll soon disappear, leaving behind no trace

But as she kindly returns my cold embrace

I feel my pent-up passion rekindle afresh

But then, she leaves me, just like before

Leaving me to be alone, forevermore

And I fall to my knees, feeling rather ill

--As at once I realize, my queen isn’t real.