What word would ring from bell to sea
To ring the toll, of the loss of thee?
What dirge would move the mourners song
To tears that flow. Hark'd to me along.
The vast and now cold, forests bed..
A dark, grey iciness within my head?
The missing of you, cannot be spoken..
A flower wilted, ...a promise broken..
The heart is cut, does it not bleed ?
Perhaps that promise she should not heed.
But note it she did, and now bleakest Black
Does shroud in her, this massive attack
Of loneliness, and fear, and so much sorrow
There is only this moment...no longer a morrow...
