All is dross...

All is dross without thy gold
And deep in silent grave
Rest you now in darkened cold
No longer sorrow’s slave.
Once you wore proud armor
And now you wear plain shroud
And, we, behind, in lost dolor
Keen mournful and cry foul.
For we are lost without thy voice
To call us forward fair
And what are we without thy love
But creatures of despair.
Go you now to rest’s delight
As we walk through our saddened night.



Merouda Pendray lives in the Kingdom of Northshield. She has many websites, and particularly directs you to her persona blog at http://merouda.blogspot.com

Documentation for this piece is here.