Brown-eyed girl called Abyss,
black haired boy all clad in leather,
they walk through the low floating mist.
They walk hand-in-hand, through the cemetery, together.
They walk in silence,
nary a word said.
They walk hand in hand,
in the place of the dead.
"Do you have a clove?", he said to Abyss.
She reached into her purse with utmost gracefullness,
and pulled out a small silvery case,
and the smell of clove soon filled that solemn place.
He sipped from a flask, and offered her a drink.
She kindly accpeted and began to think.
"Someday we will be here," she said,
"in this solemn place of the dead."
"Yes," said he "and won't that be grand."
They started walking, he took her hand.
They walked in silence,
nary a word said,
and they thought of when they would reside
in that place of the dead...