My first attempt at a Monody. Note that there is a good possibility I could add more lines, and I am now working on The Spirit's Reply to His Lover's Song. If you have any ideas for some titles, I'd much appreciate it. Enjoy!


I shall dance ‘round thy grave
Tossing lilies hither and thither
My tears shall lave this Earth where in thou shall lie
For thou died before thy time
Thou shalt suffer the agony
It shall seem that thou hast been forsaken
Be that as it may, I shall be on the cliffs
Gazing at the waters below
There, I shall cry
All shall hear the song I sing
For the love that shall ne’re be real
Thy corpse shall be cold, still
By the time that I return
I’ll shed no tears for you
As the priests annoint thy relics



Yet, I shall visit thy mound
There, dance, through the moonlit fog
That shall glisten on my hair and reveal the single tear there on my cheek
My clothes shall be jovial, purple…or red!
I’ll wear no Widow’s Waed
All shall know what I have lost
Even as I do
For, no charm or magic shall bring ye back to me

Thou art gone, beloved man
Thou art not here
I dance on, alone
I perform the perfect act of grief
I acknowledge thee better than anybody
I move my feet in an antic dance of death
No candles or Mass
No mourners
To give thee the due only I can bestow
As I dance ‘round thy gravestone
Expressing the ache that eats me alive inside,
Tis my own form of black magic
The passion is revealed through the intricate movement of my feet
What is left of me is as lifeless as what is left of you underneath
And I long only to join you in your sleep
In the dark, cold grave where no pain or sadness can injure me
Yet I keep on breathing
And my heart’s beating ceaselessly riles me
Ah, but thou are my only connection to death
It is through you I lose the taste of life
And through you I forget that I still have time
And I dance on ‘round thy grave
Come, Draw nearer!
Why, He only desires the chary!
For I am surrendering myself.
I call out to Death and welcome Him with open arms!
Yet, He accepts not. Perchance He understands that I shall ne’re fear him, for I shall ne’re recover from you
Thus I shall, at all times, wait on Death’s emergence, and when He finally appears, unfetter joyful tears
Perhaps then He shall ne’re come, but permit me to live on
Oh, sorrow! I quiver at such an design! Oh, every hour that I continue, I ache worse for you!
Yet, it doesn’t compared to a lifetime…
Years and years left to me, and I grow old and white
And new babes are born
And the Sea ne’re changes
Oh, how long might I remain? A hundred years?
Until the very end of time, when Death finally must let me go at the sound of the trumpets!
A cry of agony and I clench my hands into fists
I collapse to the ground and writhe in terror, and mud stains my face and gown
As I thrash about in the grime of your burial mound
My companion! Even if Death threatens me so, I cannot let go of my ghastly desire
This pain will never go away
For I will love you
Forever and a day!

that was great.

my only probalem was

It's my own form of black magic

maybe it should be tis instead of is.