bringing with its breeze the scent
 Of weeping willows Babylon
 bedding down for winter's chill

 Like two young lovers intertwined
 in the frivolity of life
 Leaned one over with gallant whisper
 betrothed domains of ceaseless time

 Coaxing her to drop her veil
 to shroud his cloak around her frailty
 As two together become one
 to ride the winds of no tomorrow

 Coquette mortality enraptured
 a beam of light adorned her lips
 With head leaned back welcomed her captor
 inhaled the sweet October mist

 Caressing gently hallowed bodies
 undulate for Dusk to see
 Not yet kissed the waning siren
 as Azrael waits patiently

 For pendulum must swing away
 from transient fear-uncertainty
 Although he holds with timeless hands
 the siren soul safe in his palms