Epitaph of Sorrow

Stars of late

seem down-hearted;

Sun shines bright

on weary souls.

A lord of sinister

dies beneath

a deep blue sky;

we all weep

for we have lost life

in amongst this happy world.

An epitaph of sorrow

seems a fitting end

for those we lost in peace;

not war.

Our hearts are worn

With pride on sleeves,

As we mourn the death of many