She Was A Rising Star

The Mausoleum cries its silence

O' beheaded moment

And now, you are a dream in the dark

O' Star

Silken black gloves no more to the touch

Olive skin lies placid and greyed

O 'Star

A memory in a cascade of memories

Is all that I can savor

I taste the air, but your perfume is faint

Almost nonexistent...

You were a rising star

Your name was about to burgeon upon the tongues of the well-known

Of those who made the grade

but alas here you are

a memory

and then the silence...

A tear drop

at the Mausoleum gate

O' Star

Sun forever shining upon your eternal resting place

a stone temple of despair...

Your music blazes, blares, shouts your existence

I hear you through the speakers

I hear you...I hear you...

O' Star

your demise hit me like a sharp object

I cried the wailing cry of a wounded animal waiting for a death that never comes.

Shouted through the pines about the why's and the how comes.... but no one could give me an answer...

I celebrate your life but mourn your passing...

Black Roses at the foot of the Mausoleum as it should be...

O' beheaded moment

O' Star

What Did We miss...