A Piscean Death

Cherished beloved child's spirit, tinged with sadness, you played us your soul, and we each took it away with us, in little pieces your eyes they haunt me still I miss the way they used to question and accuse my crippled angel, broken by the world's injustice, I feel the pain in your voice, your hair hung in pale streaks across the shadowed beauty of your face you radiate a light so pure, a steady flame set in a tavern window my beacon of hope through the darkest hours of my soul So like the single flame I now burn to keep watch through the long, silent hours of the night, every April fifth to preserve your memory gone too soon, love gone too soon