So now through the moonlit garden,

Walks Lady Jealousy,

The inked heart upon her thigh,

Laced with briars,

And all your hopes of yesterday,

Seeping through Her fingers,

(Like ashes) they fall,

Like ashes in the night,

And once again the red rose of death doth bloom.

But, for every death,

(for every death) there is a life,

A new voice in a new cradle cries,

And what is gone is gone,

And cannot be replaced,

And what is new in our hearts

Can never die.

Oh Lady Lust your victory is forever,

Your power over flesh will never wain,

A silver locket opened in his fingers,

And her smile

(her smile)

Remains the same.

New love,

New love is eternal,

And old love,

Is a sepia print,

Once a white bloom,

Now fading in his palm.

2015