A point of desperation

Between the wake and dead

She reaches out to hold you

And ties you by a thread

The beauty of an angel

Masks what you cannot see

When the moon is rising

You'll learn of her deceit

Maybe, when she's wailing

You'll see the skin of death

The hollow of her heart

That rises without breath

A passing, fleeting moment

Of underlying doom

She'll take you far away

A dark and shadowed tomb

A mourning widow's song

A fair and fallow siren

Punished by time's passage

And rotted by her sin.