For My Fallen Angel

As I draw up my breath And silver fills my eyes I kiss her still For she will never rise On my weak body Lays her dying hand Through those meadows of Heaven Where we ran Like a thief in the night The wind blows so light It wars with my tears That won't dry for many years Love's golden arrow At her should have fled And not Death's ebon dart To strike her dead --- For My Fallen Angel - My Dying Bride