The symbol of death reflected in her eyes
Feelings of remorse suggest a shattered mind
Remembering how she let the flame expire
Watching the line draw deep into the mire

The flames grow higher illuminating her lies
But for one last time her true beauty shines
Under the shadow of her wicker tomb
She seeks reconcilement with the one she slew

Once the back is turned the deed is done
Watching the pyres light against the setting sun
Time grows short as the pagan chants arise
Emotionless she stands with Karma by her side

The waning sun barters with the night
As the embers below begin to rise
The lick of flames drown out her cries
Until only ashes blow into the mourning skies

The flames grow higher illuminating her lies
But for one last time her true beauty shines
Under the shadow of her wicker tomb
She seeks reconcilement with the one she slew