(I)A life for a death, and a death for a death, you lit the hope in the hearts of the faithful Sign-Searching, and memoriam. But so fragile a hope, that with a breath, you passed out.


(II)When you died, there was a clear absence. Immediately, dancers came to bring you home, and the air smelt of ashes at the floating feet of tango dances against the sad-moonlight (never was able to match your brilliance), a celebration of sorts, a mourning of the night.


(III)Your lover, white and pale and drenched in darkness, kissed the corpse with waxen lips. And the tears he shed for you when you lived slowly hardened, until he had no more tears to cry. But in the darkness, no one could tell anyway.


(IV)I place, in memoriam, yet another candle of hope for you.