Alas!
Thou art gone, my loyal, incisive friend,
wrenched from thy bed like a boulder from the earth;
thy
mordant strength that succoured me from birth:
I
mourn thy loss, thy violent, bloody end.
No
fairy crown atones for thy decease.
Thy
life's work done, now may thou rest in peace.
© Sheila Rogers
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