Out stretched and broken hearth
Where now I shed tears for the dear departed
With regret to my own despair
Shall I light the beacon before I disappear
For I am honour bound by duty
And yet there is none among us
That could hold a candle to your beauty
For born am I of flesh and bone
Life is my essence beside the flame
As I honour your name
Mirrored reflections have no face
But deep in my heart
I hold firm to my faith
History foretold of a pleasurable place
Where all of my deeds
Would not be laid to waste
Darryn John Murphy
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