Gone

Sophia Sculley

Dance on the moon-kissed shore Sing sweetly to the end Dance and sing for those such as you Wish no longer to contend Bleeding arms, and wreath of light Both which you’ve been crowned Breath fails and surrenders the fight Despite the ill omens you still confound Bleed into the water, give your youth They wipe the ash back off your brow They didn’t listen despite the truth Now they come with their scythes to mow All the worries that used to stand Alone amongst the dust, won’t someone lend a hand?