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 !