Tombstone

 

His blood in the stone seeps as vintage wine

Unto the altar, from his wounds divine

Libation poured from his bleeding heart

The burdens of life and despair depart

Pale shadow on the tombstone stone he cast

A parting gift, this offering was his last

Behind a tombstone he sinks to sleep

Darkness engulfs the Land and the Deep

Thunder roars heralding the raging storm

He appears in a translucent glowing form

Risen from a grave, soaring toward the sky

Wings of flames and jade colored eyes

Like an Eagle that soars toward the Sun

Glory which before him no mortal has was won

Spirit immortal, no tomb can ever bind

the endless glory for which he had pined

He has outsoared the shadow of darkest night

And that unrest which men miscall delight,

A heart once broken with pain and woe

Flickers in silence, transformed into glow

The mountains rumbled when they mourned

His passing and his tombstone adorned

With light from the heavens that shines

Like candles scattered around his shrine

Maxwell O’Reilly