--just a follow up to my poem "Requiem" (POETRY 1772)

Soft she walks where breezes flow,
Eternal joy where'er she goes.
Life she gives in every breath;
Eternal hope in Winter's death.
Recalled to life;
It beats again...
"Now to love as one's suppos't."


Note: I was struggling to choose an ending for this poem because I had
another line "Now to live as one's suppos't." that gives a different
meaning to the poem. In any case, both work and both do apply to my life
when I wrote this... I just thought that the one I chose is the proper
response to POETRY 1771.

--Rawnblade Winterhart-Ceadenanch

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Scarlatan, in the year 361 AF.