Fond Ballad

She'd grasped me unwittingly - we are no more on this earth! I heard frightened squealing - we are no more here and there! those were her last words big nothing - a simple say as the end of the world starts with the end of the day my love – I'll fallow your way throughout silvery cobweb gently plated on horsetail scales I'll bear thy ashes until last breath and wind a prophet mad will blow the tale of dawn protruding from behind the veil of scorching night with waving shimmer across the fading skies we'd used to be a dreamers and soon we'll turn in to a dust we'd used to be a streamers amongst the ashed stars as down below world grimmed could not resist allure of bars we'd used to be... and be the peace with us we are the leaves of tree fondly axed apart Portlaoise 05/03/2016