"The Golden Halls" by Lydia Ignis Pine

 I will mourn "til the sun

sinks down past the mountains

wait "til the night is black as a stormy sea

I will wail "til the stars join in my sorrows

lamenting treasured souls that were lost to me

I will cry "til tears drown out the moon"s pure light

and the shrouds of my sorrows fade out the sun

the planets, they join me in my solemn dirge

spinning until, into a trance they fall

mist, and shadow, drape my wakeful slumbers

dull my pain

soften my loss

"til I join my fallen comrades

in the eternal Golden Halls

so I weep and wail

mourn while I may

that mem"ries precious ne"er fade away

I will sing the song of ageless anguish

"til the trees moan to hear my sad song

Oh how many stars have fallen?

How many warriors shall ne"er rise again?

armor and weapons

rust "neath the battlefields

homes lie in cobwebs and disrepair

buried in graveyards are same such people

remember tha graveyards, and about tarrying there

I wait "til it"s my turn to got to the graveyard

and I fervently pray that my mourners will more than be

a banshee or boggart or other such monster

for I wish my grave to visited be

I wait but I"ll not linger in this grey world

and to the Golden Halls I"ll drift away.