Vultures won't need to fly tonight-
The Widow will rest upon the corpse-
Like she did so many times before-
Every spring she burns of a new passion-
And if her icy thoughts melt as summer goes by,
Misery shall be back soon.-
Because every fall, she returns.-
She'll then drown in the darkest nights-
Dreaming of an endless dance with Cruelty-
Dreaming of the ultimate night.-
Every October 31th she'll whisper:
''His love won't ever fade away.''