Song of Hal

It is here, I sung my song to my beloved dead her soul rest on this candle wick no longer burning. My beloved, the hoards of hell will try to steal her spirit even now as she wanders upon the abysmal planes. I am drunk from rage for time has slipped by and she is no longer present. I call on the dead, I call on the flames that touch these grave stones, heed my call for I come with presents! *slays the sheep* Behold, for another heart beats now.