23rd July ~ 5th August

I remember not what I have done,

Memory done and gone,

All the cries, fears, and fun,

And damn my needed mourn.

My heart beats like a candle's wick

When the wind blows,

Out goes the stick,

And the whisper of the fading glow.

Death has come for a friend of mine,

Embracing him as he did with others,

Holy is the land he goes, so divine,

May he be with the souls of our forefathers.

Cry my friend for love has forsaken,

The wails of the damned, piecing the wind,

The scars on the heart, bonds be broken,

The lost of hope, a deadly fiend. 

The tunnel filled with darkness,

The end nowhere in sight,

And death willing, embraces,

Till when, thy shining light?