She pulls aside the cold, grey veil

Unfinished

She pulls aside the cold, grey veil and

Greets her guests again.

Her warm embrace surrounds us all.

But we know where she's been.

 

A distant whisper down the hall.

Her touch withheld too long.

Unseen in chambers, but still

Our departed paragon.

 

When light and laughter fill the room

Our hostess, lively spright,

Will shine upon her company and

Set our hearts alight.

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