• A haunting dream once came to me about love lost and memories A lullaby plays beneath the moon and slowly lets out necromantic tunes. A love once dead brought back to life, and we forget all of our strife. A single kiss begins the song Taking us where we belong And on the grave where we now stand, out from the ground, a rotted hand holds up the gift, Ouroboros of love A ring of trust My mind's made up. I take the ring and offer it out as I kneel and say my vows she's looking down, her face dark red I look up, and hear the yes. Eternal life inside a ring, tell me what will our future bring? Children, jobs and then old age? Will we remember our necromantic days? Or let them pass like sand in the wind? never to feel that necromantic love again? I highly doubt among us two That we could forget that moonlit tune.