"Will you be mine?" he murmured in a velvet tone.
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"For time evermore; mine alone?"
Will you away with me?" he said with a bow.
"My carriage awaits us, even now."
"Will you dine with me in the pale moonlight?"
And dance with me on sand so white?"
With a sigh so soft, and scarcely heard
She stretched forth her hand with not a word.
With fingers gnarled and oh, so cold
He enveloped her in a satin fold.
His eyes farewelled the room's grey pall.
Death had made his final call.