Swan Song

Beauty in death,

relief in eternal sleep.

The prisoner ends her quest,

and no longer weeps.

Float now, free at last,

slowly alongside the lilies.

Out of my feeble grasp,

all pain and sorrow,

ceased.

Go now, into the light,

flee and be on your way,

one day my soul too will take flight

and I shall join you

some day.

No date. -- 6:20pm