A Bittersweet Tragedy

A red death, a red death

For him, it was not meant to be

He went laughing into the night

Before his soul drifted away from me

A cold grave, a cold grave

It was not his to own

It would be too simple

To make his resting place known

A beating heart, a beating heart

Always alive for him

Even though the tragedy

Has turned my universe grim

A carnival, a carnival

Will forever be reserved

It’s the least that I can do

For him, well deserved

A dark night, a dark knight

Whisked him far away

A grave mistake, for now

It is blood they’ll have to pay