Oh, how I will miss my rough and ragged
my tough and gentle
“When he is gone”
Who will brush the steely sunspots
from your eyes when he is gone?
When night ascends and wandering
thoughts loop through dungeons dark
Who will sound the battle cry when
“take ye in remembrance of me” is
no longer your joy?
When he is gone and when evil shakes
you awake in the night and you don’t
know where you are, and you don’t
know who you are, who will wrap you
in lace and kiss you upon the wings of
Written for PAD Writer’s Digest
”When he’s gone” prompt.
Photo: Steel and Lace