With Rain, Weeps the Cloud of May
Along the sandy shore of Night,
The incandescent Moonlight breeze,
Betrays the Empty in my Soul,
For lack and Love of Melanie.
The Midnight mist that clings to me,
Collects in Footsteps by the Sea,
Left untouched Eternally,
The lingering Echoes of Melanie.
The Sunlight that once bathed her Soul,
Has fled the sky, its Warmth gone Cold,
And no one seems to even care,
For the Tragic loss of one so fair.
But deep within her Twilight Shell,
What Light will Pierce her living Hell,
But Love of Life, and Love from me,
Dear God, I miss my Melanie.
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