As The Black Wind Withers

I shut the coffin's lid,
And the light dies in your eyes,
As you ebb into the deepest abyss,
The dust echoes mournful cries.

Pitiful visions appear,
And the earth heaves a sigh,
As the black wind withers,
The cold dark sun dies.

No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure,
The lamentable loss of you.
The sun has perished, and no hope comes,
From across the lightless fissures of consciousness.

Icy winds turn us into ashen white ghosts,
And the trees subdue to the great cold,
As the oceans freeze,
The wind of extinction engulfs us.

I open your coffin,
And gaze into your long dead eyes,
As they clench me into misery,
The last of me.., dies.