Death’s cold heart ne’er was moved
Til a violet gaze did pierce his soul
Like lightning’s strike it ere was proved
That even Death must to Cupid fall.

She was a dove among the crows,
Pure in a world rife with sin and shame
Each mortal his true colors shows
And hers were white and gold and flame.

He stood alone in endless night,
Embraced the cold and empty dark
She came to him, o’ercame her fright
And hawk was tamed by gentle lark.

Eternal Death, no more alone,
His lady fair stands by his side
She who melts his heart of stone
Forever his Immortal Bride.