me

I have no children
nobody to cry for me
death will come
it comes to all
and who will ever be
there to think or offer
any thought or prayer
in my grave I want my pentacle
which I will wear
eternally I’ll think of
only one soul and she knows
how much I do love her
she still within me flows
like a raging river
to taste her lips, I would
come back from my icy grave
and gaze on her, if I could