Elysian Fields

 Untouched by sorrow or gloom

The Elysian Fields before me loom

The shade of death no longer shrouds

My bright wings , soaring toward the clouds

Flower of gold blazing in splendor

My shattered heart echoes render

The Hall of Heroes a blessed abode

My blood like crimson glowed

To bathe in sunlight in a wondrous stream

Is this my end or a beautiful dream?

I washed away the blood and tear

Proud Death, I no longer fear

No snow, no storm or even rain

Safe from hardship, free from pain

The ocean laps gently at my feet

My heart no longer beats

I hear no song, a mournful dirge

As the waves crash and surge

I long for her touch, music of her lute

She does not hear; my song is mute

I see her dancing across the shore

Where the living, the dead ignore

My heart shatters again when she smiles

It was not meant for me in a while

I have to let go of the ring

That seared my heart and broke my wing

Reckoning comes, the Lion yields

My home forever the Elysian Fields

Maxwell O’Reilly