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A Belated Farewell
Written by: Lyrist Sylvance DeFleur, Mourning Star
Date: Monday, September 13th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone
A Belated Farewell...
It hurts us so fully.
We trudge on woefully.
Will our tears never end?
Are you now resting, friend?
Our last words I regret;
Never shall I forget
How you helped readily,
Asking nought, selflessly.
Listener, rarely heard,
You e'er had helpful words.
Where was I when you called?
Absent, in realms abroad.
Oh, how I failed you. Please,
Say just one word to me:
Say that you truly knew
That I was there for you...
Sapience is the less,
No longer with you blessed.
Whilst we dearly miss you,
Fond memories aren't few.
May angels quietly keep
You in warm, gentle sleep.
If you can hear me still,
Know that I ever will
Honour that which we shared
Briefly. I am prepared
For when my life should cease,
And we meet. Rest in peace.
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Aeguary, in the year 373 AF.
A Belated Farewell
Written by: Lyrist Sylvance DeFleur, Mourning Star
Date: Monday, September 13th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone
A Belated Farewell...
It hurts us so fully.
We trudge on woefully.
Will our tears never end?
Are you now resting, friend?
Our last words I regret;
Never shall I forget
How you helped readily,
Asking nought, selflessly.
Listener, rarely heard,
You e'er had helpful words.
Where was I when you called?
Absent, in realms abroad.
Oh, how I failed you. Please,
Say just one word to me:
Say that you truly knew
That I was there for you...
Sapience is the less,
No longer with you blessed.
Whilst we dearly miss you,
Fond memories aren't few.
May angels quietly keep
You in warm, gentle sleep.
If you can hear me still,
Know that I ever will
Honour that which we shared
Briefly. I am prepared
For when my life should cease,
And we meet. Rest in peace.
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Aeguary, in the year 373 AF.