Abstract metaphors of what used to be
under the refracted moonlight you and me
flowers for the tomb of what used to be
while death sings its requiem for you and me
opaque shroud covers your entirety
shadows speak of what used to be
refracted moonlight sets the shadows dancing
the way it used to be you and me
deaths cold embrace
holds you in riggor now
your fragile beauty
carried to the grave
dancing in these shadows
beneath the pale moonlight
your spirit still with me
dancing with me tonight
all lifes beauty
drained from your face
my rose, immortal
dancing with your ghost
killing all my hope....
ok a bit sappy, and well beleive it or not despite it being mushy it isnt about me or anybody i've ever known. its more of a homage toone of edgar allan poes poems, although right now i dont recall the title of it, but it should be obvious to you which one if you've read his work.