Thats a wicked poem i am really glad you decided to share it with us =) here is one i wrote this for a friend of mine who hung himself it was wrote on his headstone when he was buried :cry: although it maybe short it had to be to fit. Buddy's memory burns ever bright; Underneath our sorrow, ever there. Death, unlike the coming of the night, Does nothing to the loveliness of light, Yet dancing through the willows' tangled hair