Too Late

Cast your wings above her grave
Know you were too late to save
The words on stone will mark her end
No use, no purpose to pretend
Can't turn back time, can't change the past
Don't conjure spells you cannot cast
Can't dry the tears that surely fall
Can't drown her curdling, crying call

In a corner, alone she cries
Her loss due to deathening lies
Too Late you arrive, your care no use
Her touch too cold, her limbs too loose
A glass in the hand, wine dissapeared
Your dreams still repeat this, what you've feared
Her lips lay weak, dead to the touch
You remember her warmth, her depending clutch

Time runs too quickly, impossible to heal
The pain comes too slowly, too sorrow to feel
You should have come sooner, then more you could do
The facts hold no lies, her death due to you.