Canticle

And here we gather to bid ou farewell, forging smiles from 
within
Mask of sculpted skin white as oleander
Raveged by the winter tapestry of snow
From a raging fire down to a flicker... Nuturing the 
silence

Echoing farwell melodies... The sweetest note carried to 
you
Nurting the silence, echoing farewell melodies
Sweetest note carried to