Eulogy
He lay dead on a slab of stone
His gentle spirit to heaven has flown
In death, more beautiful he grew
His eyes foliage green moistened with dew
His cold cheeks still color of rose
His mighty heart in chilly winter froze
Moonlight shone to reveal a smile
Was he simply asleep, resting awhile?
Ethereal power around him glew
Shining like stardust of misty blue
Imprisoned in time he remained
Yet celestial fire in him never waned
Max O'Reilly
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