*~Memoriam~*

Farewell to her,
She who was so alive,
She who was torn to us,
She who was to good for earth.
The train,
Charon’s boat,
A metal Styx
Upon which it flowed,
Guided by Death.
Guide her spirit to heaven, Death!
You who are so cruel
Could at least do that
For those who are left behind
To grieve.
Damn the car,
The selfish herald of woe,
The smoke-belching carrion crow!
Be at peace, bright angel-
God has His arms around you now.

For "Arwen" the mortal one,

Once upon a time,
in our lives there was a light,
and this light, it was a candleflame,
shining pure and bright.

Our candle also gave us wawrmth,
shining through our doubt,
but now our darling candleflame,
must have been snuffed out.

Our candle now is cold and still,
it has no dancing flame,
and life without that candlelight,
will never be the same.

But deep within our hearts and minds,
the candle still shines bright,
for we can keep the memories,
of it dancing in the night.

And please if I could just ask,
it's just I wondered you see,
what's your candlelight called?
'Cause mine's called Emily