Away from all her dearest friends.
Caught beneath a heavy mound
Six feet underneath the ground.
Her years are spent, her lessons learnt,
She lies not here beneath this dirt.
She's gone to join that nether-race,
That drift beyond this mortal space.
In lands of golden splendid peace,
She makes her way towards their feast.
Who would wish to call her back,
To this poor land with all we lack?
And after all that she has seen? No.
She is now best left to dream...
~ C. Spies