Reach for the sky regal age'd friend
oh, life long and full
grand buttress of the earth,
time here is bittersweet
again
gnarled grace leaning
against growling winds of time
we call you the gargoyle,
a vision of demonic fear
but grace,
beauty beyond fear,
will be our memories of you
your empty shell
holding countless fairy tribes
in our earthly imagination
to dream
again
be at peace, my friend
we will again meet
and I will write prose
at your feet
again.
Sad story of beauty lost to the winds, but not forgotten in the heart.
