End of Days

I find m’lady sleeping deep With touch she will not stir, She breathes a peaceful melody With a fair face as her. I try, and try, and try again My lady to awake, But when she will not awaken I then begin to quake. I ask her, “Why have you left me? What ever shall I do?” I cannot live another day Without my Little Boo. As panic quickly overcomes My vision seems to fail, I feel a chill encompass me My visage becomes pale. I take a look around the room I find a metal stake. And with a jab as quick as light My life, I soon will take I found m’lady sleeping deep With touch she will not stir And by her cold body, I lay With the same fate as her.