Eurydice

Oh Eurydice, Eurydice you know you’ll be the death of me

I love you too much to not follow you down

Taken long before your time, the serpent stopped your heart and mine

But no journey’s too great for a heart so devout

So I will follow you down

Bend the rules of the mortals just to hold you now

My darling, holding your tongue

Nothing much to complain of, ‘cept you had been loved

Oh Eurydice, Eurydice you know you’ll be the death of me

I love you too much to not sing it aloud

A sonnet to the gods and kings played upon the lyre strings

Wet the eyes of the Furies so mournful the sound

And I will follow you down

Bend the rules of the mortals just to hold you now

My darling, holding your tongue

Nothing much to complain of, ‘cept you had been loved

Oh Eurydice, Eurydice you know you’ll be the death of me

I love you too much to not turn back around