Lovely Lady
While you still delay...

Lady of the Fallen Army
Hark you to the Herald's call...

Was it you I saw
Holding to your heart...

Let us Remember them
The Heroes and Cowards alike...

I hold a key gleaming
before a door of silvered hue...

A precious joining
A spark conceived...

In my mind I see
drifting in life's purged recollections...

I stand with you now
on the headland...

Will there be a mother this night
lost in this desert of dreams...

On Vellum pages are words
hewn by blood stained quills...

Do not come here old friend
if you speak sad tidings...

Change gathered and windblown
in a high hillside hollow...