Gleaming droplets douse the mead  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