This is where it ends... The muses sing merry melancholy The dead ring in skeletal applause A grand encore for fault and folly Heartstrings clenched in malevolent claws Dead lovers cry from their repose In mourning them in desperate requiem But the ink will dry for the author's prose An ending to this story grim This is where the curtain draws And the orchestra drops their bows Amid the waters of our flaws Drowning, we bring this to a close No hope for amends... Each day thy life be plagued Singing songs of sorrow and regret Hell hath no fury like an angel sent To join the lamenting and bereft