We�ll slip away in stockinged feet
just you and I
we�ll go away together
as the moon rides across the sky

We�ll go to that rocky bluff
overlooking the sea
from there we�ll take the plunge
you embracing me

since we can�t love in life
we shall forever embrace in death
whispering sweet nothings
in our last breaths

and so we�ll be together
just you and I
walking on stockinged feet
as the moon rides across the sky

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Chronos, in the year 388 AF.