If on a tenebrous autumn eve,
I were to find your portrait on a fallen leaf,
I'd hang it back from whence it fell,
To ease the pain of all those souls in hell,
by dragging you away from them just a little more.

I know eventually you'd weigh down the tree,
A long time after I'd be buried,
But fear not, my only one, for I have stole,
and burned, and killed for thee,
So we could meet again,
in the backyard of the place where we have married.