Canticle

And here we gather to bid ou farewell, forging smiles from within
Mask of sculpted skin white as oleander,
Raveged by the winter tapestry of snow
From a raging fire down to a flicker… nuturing the silence
Echoing farwell melodies… the sweetest note carried to you
Nurting the silence, echoing farewell melodies
Sweetest note carried to…