Cliffs stand on the edges of Earth

Water crashes below, yearning to be birth

Bellowing with winds and rain,

Heaps of Snow stacking like grain.

You are not to be here

Beloved, I am here

Longing to feel thyn swan dress

Beautiful silk, fitting for a beaut’s face

But whatever you must, stay away from the edge

for you are mine, For yore I pledge

Together we must intertwine

Not combine

Beloved!

Remember the smiles

Remember our moments in all miles

Who are you to take one last step…

“My husband…

Here I am to meet my end

To alas take my final step.”

“You may be my wife

But this not duly for life

Alive as you are

You must stay away far

Far from death

“Closer to you,

My husband, we will be reunited

Alas we will in just a second”

My end was pertinent

I never ascent

But right now, the angels will take you!

Our rings, your dress, your life, remember your virtues!

All will duly end without me!

Clarisse!