The Vow

The music cascades over me like silk,

Rich chords that vibrate through my very soul,

And drums whose rhythm times my beating heart.

Then o'er all the lilting flute soars high,

A trilling symphony of sorrow spoke,

Until the last note slowly dies away.

Then silence falls as you are borne away,

The early mist enshrouding you like silk.

No last look back, no final word you spoke,

And sorrow shakes me to my very soul.

Somewhere angels are greeting you on high,

But I am left here with a broken heart.

The mourners turn aside with heavy heart

And one by one they slowly drift away

While in the distance sounds of life run high.

But Death has run his fingers, cool as silk

Right through my heart and touched me to the soul.

Nothing can save me now, no prayer e'er spoke.

The whispers in my mind repeating spoke,

The promises we once made heart-to-heart.

You were my strength, you were the very soul

Of my life, and now you have gone away;

Not in fine raiment but a shroud of silk,

Nowhere I can follow, you are on High.

For I will never be welcomed on High.

No pardon for this soul will e'er be spoke.

But your whispers of love, as fine as silk,

Were all the Heaven for my weary heart.

Perhaps that's why you were taken away—

To strip me of all goodness to my soul.

There's nothing now but darkness in my soul

And there is nothing waiting me on High,

Nothing to hold me back now you're away,

No waiting now for orders to be spoke,

Nothing but vengeance for this breaking heart.

Red it will run through my fingers like silk.

No high road now, it's long away. Death spoke.

They'll pay each soul for stealing you, my heart.

Red vengeance will run through these hands like silk.