Surrounded
I was by many, many moaning hearts,
My
heart, I felt for the last time, blur vision, sound echoing from far,
Black
satin with milky lace they decorated the case,
I
felt like a queen again in white purest of the gown,
Someone
read the last verse for my soul to be abound,
I
was near to the Altar, I heard the hymns the last time,
They
wept, cried and mourn, near my cold frame,
Took me within the gates,
The
raven sang in pain, the huddling trees that mourned,
The
grass covered the grave and silent was this place,
Soon
I’ll be the part of this cold, numb grave,
Maybe
they will inscribe ‘’gone but not forgotten’’
‘’Resting
in peace, in God’s care’’
Let
my gravestone be no lavish one,
Leave
no lilies, no roses or wreath,
Dust
to dust, ashes I will be turned,
Let
the last message be, till we meet again.
