Etamine in the fog (2nd part to 'Etamine's rush')

Upon a blinded foggy night, i searched in full of spite
as i am one to fuel this forgotten and tainted love
while i hunted, nearly reaping, suddenly i heard a wheeping
someone mournfully crying, crying but purer than a dove
''only a widow mourning'' i implied ''shying like a dove''-
still there the forgotten love.
 
but oh, i had forgotten, it was her heart that fell to rotten,
our love that had gotten sour in the scene
at heart i always wished,to be back, only to be on track
but oh, there is vainful nack - nack for Etamine-
the maiden who i thought to be lost, pure she, Etamine
a sudden heart rush, what does that mean?
 
prowling still, like a dog, i wounder in the blinding fog
chilled me-thrilled me with a ghostly shove;
so i stand, my heart still rushing and beating, i was still bleating;
''only a widow mourning in sorrow ,shying like a dove-
some poor bugger in sorrow shying like a dove''-
only some, forgotten love.
 
she stood, her ghostly figure, with no more than a snigger
she came towards, slowly drifted, as her eyes lifted;
so it happened again, my heart still rushing and beating, no more i was bleating
as it was no widow mourning in sorrow, shying like a dove-
or some poor bugger in sorrow, it was her crying as i felt my heart slowly dying for
Etamine, she took my love!