Eulogy

That which passed away was so enchanting,

Like the dreamy cadence of the nightingale,

Or the majestic swoop of the eagle;

How it fluttered gaily under the azure skies,

On which cottony clouds drifted lazily.

Oh how so much was snatched away?

How could it leave not a single trace?

Such joy, such beauty, such sheer goodness,

Where did it bite the dust?

In which wound does it lie festering now,

Which hellhound snatched it into its maw!

Why this darkness, why this deep despair,

Where there was light, why now these demons?

No prophets come forward, no answers proclaimed,

No predictions nor prophecies nor papal presentiments,

A victim of chance aye! A wrong roll of the dice,

Destiny's plaything this cruel fate of mine;

But what use these tears that flow unabated,

With no helping hand to catch and hold them dear.

The horizon's beguiles though, wreathed in shadows,

Happiness is there it says, so walk through these shrouds, 

Another look at the grave, but the dark has already claimed it,

So I walk on again, to dig more along the way.