((This little snippet was inspired by an IC event over on Cenarion Circle. When Surinda heard this song, she was reminded of her wedding anniversary. She still wears her wedding ring, and hopes one day she may reunite with her husband Thorin, wherever he may be. She has not seen him since before she was raised into undeath.
Song credit goes to Cerulana of CC-SoE. If you would like to see the full lyrics, they can be found here:
Scroll down to post 23 to find them. 
))
The lone wolf wandered the forest, moo~nlight on his coat~ of~ brown… His friend had eyes like fire, but a gaze as soft as her down. And while he roamed so free~ly, a~ gold ring kept her bound…
He met her there in the clearing, at the base of an old oak~ tree. “I would break your shackle, if~ you would come with me.” She said she’d join him ne~ver, for she should not be free! Ah~
“See me now~, for I am bound by a murder. Leave here now~, for soon I must return. Leave me now~, or they will see me a traitor; Don’t ask me… for what can never be…”
The melody of the bard’s song echoed through Surinda’s mind as she lightly touched the ring on her finger, and a sad smile curled her lip as she stroked the gleaming metal. There was no longer enough feeling in her undead flesh to distinguish the delicate engravings that circled the band. So much has been lost, she thought.
She brought her hand closer to the light of the single candle that burned low on the table, as she gazed wistfully at the ring’s design. The firelight glinted and danced on its surface, revealing the outlines of the letters T and S artfully woven around the letter R.
She leaned forward and snuffed the candle. “Thorin, my love,” she rasped in a soft whisper, “where are you?”