The Mourner

Obscured in shadow and ash, beneath November's sunless skies... There you
stood...pale flesh trembling in the chill of autumn's last days... Alive with
grief, for sorrow never rests in the wake of death... The windswept branches
painted your face in a thousand dancing silhouettes... So many regrets...summoned
with a single tear... So lovely, yet so alone...adrift in a sea of dying flowers...
Caress the cold marble, lost in solemn reverie... Remembering the brighter days,
forever out of reach... The setting sun sheds little warmth upon your grieving
heart ...Darkness falling, swift and silent...a cold and bitter rain ...Flee from
all this misery, away from death's domain ...Life is yours, oh weary mourner; until
your soul departs !