Lamentation

A dirge I wrote in memory of my beloved aunt whose golden beam eclipsed on 12th Nov., 2012

      Lamentation                 

 

At the ninth hour

The twain of the seventh,

Gracious note of brilliance

Resolved in sound so muted;

The moon of the eleventh

Diminished a chord of six.

 

In dark, crisping crescendo

A lied with tears unfolded.

Breathing airs so hellish

My brows fann'd the glade;

Flames of melted ice

Burrowed my heart of stone.

 

November,

The eleventh of twelve

Vouchsafed not our plea;

Like a dark scavenger

The twelfth sun of its moon

Devour'd an angelic-breed.

 

Sleep on ,

O' gentle maid

Your unbirthed dawn

My theme and song;

The black veil of November

Eclips'd your golden beam.