My dearly beloved my…friend of a lifetime How fortunate that we should, meet once again. The hands of Time has been so…so very kindly Wrenched from your arms turned into bloody limbs

Your presence still pervades my mind

I tried to conquer the coldness of pain Eyes spitting blame yet the meaning quite inane I wished for moments of silence and space In comfort of darkness away from this place Your selfless attitude You made me sick Oh dearest friend I like you dead

While white wilting flowers are suffering springs You have bloomed by the touch of frost upon your skin Now not seeing and not feeling the burdens of age No mould has yet kissed your sweet tender blue face

A scarecrow with teeth all set twisted and battered Amusing the mice that nest inside your hair Your head found a resting so comfortably paled A splendid bouquet for my refectory