For me, this is the final parting gift.
But I wish I could be here for you all.
The shadows of my life, never to lift.
The fear of the monster inside, my pall.
The charade of life made worse by fear,
Expecting the worst when the monster roars.
But when her face I look upon I cheer,
And my spirit, much as the eagle, soars.
Her face carved by angels, shines in the dark.
She is my guide, through bad times and much worse.
She stands through tempest, an ever-fixed mark.
Upon those who shunned me she placed a curse.
She, the dark lady, my one real true love.
A sign of hope for me, much as the dove.
