To Smoldering Embers

Dark flowers of Gothich trust
Lie here consumed in rust
  Gracious hearts sing in sorrow
    For they know there will be no morrow
    What means diamonds, gold and emerald stones?
      Once the bell has given its tone
        To mark the end of this unfair art
          For all their love should not depart
            She loves him dear and cries a silver tear
              He holds her near says 'darlind, don't fear'
                They kiss once to seal their fate
                  Maybe they shall meet again on a later date
                    The bell has struck its final chord
                      To smoldering embers they do turn