Gloomy Sunday

My hours are slumberless.
Dearest the shadows i live with
are numberless
Little white flowers will never
awaken you.
Not where the black coach of
sorrow has taken you.
Angels have no thought of ever
returning you.
Would they be angry if i thought
of joining you.

In memory of two good friends...

Ocean of Memories, Syphon Darkfeather

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Aeguary, in the year 306 AF.