Goldenrod

Goldenrod
By Everett A Warren
August 29, 2007

Nodding sunlight
firebright sprays
weeping for a fallen hero
sweetening the sorrow
as the they pass in procession
hooves of the Queen's Cavalry
ostinato dance upon the river stones
silent he lies upon his shield
borne by sombre fellows
in attire darker than the night
and around him the dancing maidens twirl
to the requiem-song
drums pulse with his life-beat
harpers and violinists sing his heart-strings
the choir-procession chants his tale
the words are a deeper music
a language unknown
a meaning quite clear
perhaps made simple
as his fate lies plain upon the shield
and the blood upon his sword
so they pass into twilight
falling to silence in moss and fern
fading into the woods
and the flowers that did hang low above him
seem to arch a little higher
for they have done their part

Copyright (c) 2007 Everett Ambrose Warren