Was it you I saw
Holding to your heart...

I hold a crown floating
in shadow of dark longing...

The man remembers now
back to then...

And there...
painted on Tapestries of darkness...

There is a Stand of Beech
Stark and skeletal...

High in Towers dark
where Orb and wand weave...

Grey sleek shadow
hard against the snow...

My inward eye remembers days now lost to time
The childhood years...

So let us scry and bring to hallowed bloom
auguries on a tainted wind...

Lovely Lady
While you still delay...

Cracked ceilings stare at blank damp walls
Patterns of plaster...shrivelled...hanging limp...

Let us Remember them
The Heroes and Cowards alike...