I quietly mourn on this woeful day,
For a sole year ago, in the balmy month of May,
I espoused a kindhearted woman, by the name, Laffeye.
A fine young damsel she was; my Elizabeth Laffeye

I ruled by her side each night and each day,
Oh, how I loved my Elizabeth Laffeye,
She was my gentle queen; My flawless gem; My gleaming ray; I was her devoted king; her one true love; her guardian manqué.
Hand-in-hand we ruled the world; I, and my Laffeye,
And we loved each other with a love more than love,
Of which the angels envied; of which the demons frayed,
This is no mere belief; but truth, I daresay.

But a lone year ago, in the brooding month of May
The sacred heavens (to which I formerly prayed)-
The sacred heavens could no longer hold back their dismay,
And the wrath of a thousand fallen cherubs was cast my way
Death knocked at the door, of my love, Laffeye,
And for the longest while, it delayed to give way,
But the door crushed under the pressure, creating a pathway-
A vile pathway, intended for my love, Laffeye The Angel of Death was taking her away.

Hence, I am her guardian manqué,
For I could not protect my queen;
I could not light my dimming ray,
I could not save my love; Elizabeth Laffeye

One year ago, in the agonizing month of may,
My queen died of cancer;
My light faded away

And now, in the misery of the month we call may,
I stand and weep, oh so solemnly, amidst a field begrimed by graves,
And beneath my feet, a throng of tormented souls,
Endure their eternal days;
And beneath my feet lies the sequel to this tragic play;
And beneath my feet, lies my long lost love, forevermore;

…Elizabeth Laffeye