Behold the Sad Hour of farewell looms
Casting its shadow over a glassy tomb
Fiery tears spilt; could not warm a heart
Cold with despair, longing to depart
His moonlight wings, pure with no stain
Unfurled and gently swept the lilac rain
What nature adored; Death took away
The mighty storm calmed to a gentle sway
Breathed her fury into his still chest
Stirred life into his bloodied nest
Twigs snapped when his heart began to beat
Warmed by the Sun amorous heat
Kissed his pale cheeks, thawed the frost
Hope survived when all was lost
Maxwell O’Reilly
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