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Once the silver had gone, the light had vanished.Author's Notes
No more did her skin glisten like snow.
It was fair to say, with the clouds drifting over,
time had come for them all to know.
He had closed her eyes, as she looked at him last,
wanting to keep that close to his chest.
Her lips were parted, one sweet soft kiss left,
but now was time for the final rest.
They would come for her body, her life gone,
and then they would chant words of sorrow.
Today he could grieve, his tears still fresh,
normality will return to him on the 'morrow.
With the light gone, the sky sullen and cold,
he wished for a moment, or a boon.
The memories will live on, with the stars,
her life now the dark side of the moons.
Written for April 2012 Muse Fusion, prompt by: Deirdre M. Murphy - The Dark of the Moons. I find it interesting that a writer's own mood can swing and sway their work to fit in with how they are feeling. This is set in the North, and shows the customs/social commitments involved with dealing with their dead.