Skarra

May ever I rest so peaceably? I watch others, deep in the bog Though ghostlights wand'ring past and play ever-winking, bury me not Only one mem'ry stirs my mind just but one voice says my name A beautiful face In a frightening place tricked me down to light in the sod no more will I see of my flesh-friends But no more does the lonely boy cry for a soul-mate to stay to keep watch as he lay Underneath, only bones, life-light gone. And so now I wait for another to lift my sad burden from me And bury my bones So that I may move on Let them linger but let me be free.