The Love I feel for you,
You don't feel for me too.
So now I lay in death my dear,
and shall shed but one tear.
Death is at the door a-knocking
Hark, I hear the angels singing
Slowly, softly, gently ringing.
O'er the hill and o'er the plain
Heartbreak has struck, once again. The Bride in Death Photo Credit Victoria Art Gallery
Until next time,