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“The Mourner by Stewart Stafford Waxen candles flickered, burning, I found myself alone in mourning, Instinct urged me to turn around, Insistent feet kept walking down. A lonely casket at the altar lay, Not a soul came to mourn or pray, A surge of pity pierced my heart, Incense bade me dearly depart. Empty pews where no one stayed, I slowly illuminated the coffin shade, Blackout! Icy hands gripped tight: “Welcome to our endless night!” © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
The Mourner by Stewart Stafford
Waxen candles flickered, burning,
I found myself alone in mourning,
Instinct urged me to turn around,
Insistent feet kept walking down.
A lonely casket at the altar lay,
Not a soul came to mourn or pray,
A surge of pity pierced my heart,
Incense bade me dearly depart.
Empty pews where no one stayed,
I slowly illuminated the coffin shade,
Blackout! Icy hands gripped tight:
“Welcome to our endless night!”
© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.