On a dark and gloomy autumn evening,

Full of somber tears are grieving,

I beheld her passion, heavily bleeding,

A crescendo of her life seeping,

Seeping from her punctured bosom,

Scarlet essence painted the freezing autumn.

Upon my melodic weeping,

To my dismay I regard my beloved

Who now lies eternally sleeping,

Within the antebellum tomb of rodents scheming,

For they knew not of my grieving,

For I have heard the crescendo of her life seeping,

And I have beheld her passion, heavily bleeding.