The Devil, once my brother,

Had assured me of her spirit.

Shall he restore my beloved to my care

For my accompaniment.

After such a heresy

What could I have to lose?

But I was staggered by my piety,

Unsure which side to choose.

I poured over my soul,

Searched though my tortured mind,

For some idea of action;

But no answer could I find.

Then he showed me letters

In her familiar script.

She was thinking of me always.

I knew then, what it meant.

My precious, my love,

I swear I will find you.

If not from above,

Then in the below.