Love now sleeps deep,
Please do not weep,
You are at journey's end,
Leaving no memories needing mend

Gently brushes weathered cheek
This a face not so meek
The world had been yours to ponder
Never one willing to claim surrender

Honor was your virtue
Who wronged you saw true
Smitting them with literary blades
Watching abomination slowly fade

Feathered wings beckon
Because of no need for reckon
Sleep well where trouble fears
For we shall meet again without tears


© Erma Vince