How did the stain of past life find its place upon this silent grave?
What aged the emerald crescent’s arc, kindly blotched the written stave?
What of its words and heartfelt kiss
that left a summer’s rain amiss?
What countenance divine embraced
this site befitting, this resting place?
Through what redacted soulful truths
did heaven ride to seal the proofs?
Who stood upon this sullen ground
in saddened prayer, in whispered sound?
What happened here? Who knew the scene?
What time sustained and held between
the moments of the resting?
What moments from the fight?
Who stoops above this sacred stone,
in haunt and love each night…?