He woke up with her call
He slept with her name,
He ate what she cooked,
He drank what she gave.
He told tales to her of lost worlds,
Of galaxies and of pain;
He loved her more than love could be,
The best player of this game
He believed her song could create life,
But who could make her sing again?
He bought her gifts, he bought her jewels,
He bought her glory and fame.
She never opened her eyes, 3 years past.
He cursed himself and took the blame.
She has no shadow to carry now,
Her vivid beauty has gone in vain.
The mad mister still talks to her,
His dead dame whom he once had slain.