With the year beginning once more and the dawn giving the day new life.

Tell me your feelings of content, my dear, your words are as true as art.

Angel, your laugh is as passionate as your loud-spoken strife.

Your wings are forever pure, I just know we’ll never be apart.

The green grass sways and the sweltering sun bathing us in warming beams,

Your smile slips for just a moment, was everything before a disguise?

When you speak it's as if you are never speaking of dreams,

Darling, please tell me you feel no despair for your tears would rip me at the seams.

The late months bringing air crisp as cider and leaves crackling,

Your seemingly cheerful voice as you yell for me to not tag along,

Your eyes growing sad, your footsteps getting quieter, your face slowly paling.

My one, my only, my love, you disappear into the fog.

The fresh snow now coating the ground while Persephone is away,

My daughter, how I would do anything to meet Charon for you.