Our love was an eternal flame

Burning bright and never tame, even before we donned our hood, our love for each other stood. Ronald Knox, your lover for decades.

Entwined in Love's unbreakable braids.

Even as we reaped souls for eternity, our love remained our only certainty. In the realm of death, we found our love a blessing from the heavens above for in this cruel afterlife we roam.

No memories of our lives back home but in each other's eyes we saw our past and present, flawless flaws for we were lovers before we died as Grim Reapers, our love only multiplied.

Though death was our ultimate fate our love continued to radiate for no force, not even death, could part the love that beats within our hearts.

As we carried out our morbid task, our love was a constant, steadfast mask. Until eternity, our love will last for in death, our love was truly cast.