Love and Death.

She walks sadly, in the night,
oh no, she'll ne'er forget the light.
The happiness, the joy, and the love,
all those now reign up above.

She's all alone now in her grief;
of her joy, death is the thief.
All that she does now is mourn,
for now her life fore'er is torn.

In love they were, why did it end?
On sickness their love did depend.
For now he's gone and she's alone,
and death's true victory is shown.