Song for a beloved (The widows grief)

And so the end now draws near

Those hopes

Those dreams

Wrapped now in the silver chains of menace

The end draws closer

Minuets draw slower their life

And above

the moon weeps for her

The end hath come

And yet days do not cease

Lunar and solar displayed are their glory each in turn

And darkness consumes this soul

Open wounds ooze their malignant spoils

The end has blanketed the mind in black mist and fear

There are ashes in the roses

And a future burnt with them

There are ashes in the roses

Death given

to life

But lo...

Somewhere she weeps

Her eyes have shadows now

Caught and held in desolation she does not understand

Taken from her soul

Cut from her flesh

And bled from her body

The recognition of herself in another