Cerulean eyes flecked with gold,

I watched as they turned ice cold,

I felt his warmth leave my bones,

The chill of a thousand gravestones,

His tears pierced my soul like swords,

I lit the match and let it fall on our chords,

Up above, I could hear the sparrows cry,

As we burned gold under the starlit sky,

And as the flames turned all I was to dust,

His eyes met mine and we cried stardust,

Gold, brilliant gold, was how we said goodbye.

Gold, dazzling gold, was our dying lullaby.