I saw a damsel drifting by
Adorned in white,
Marble against the sky.
Her eyes downcast, melancholy.
Barefoot, she stood.
I asked her why.
For this, dear sir, behold, cast down thine eye.
As guardian here I stand,
Keeper of repose to all who 'neath do lie
At peace below this tranquil sky.
Just then, the nymph did pluck
From delicate bloom, a petal
And, letting fall the offering,
Rejoined her calling.
I did as fair muse bade
And looked upon earth's cradle beneath.
To see five sweet souls in paradise.
Would, dear miss, I had such governess as thee
To watch over me when soon I lay, ne'er to rise
I would not fret my coming demise
Knowing that you would stand nearby,
Forever sentinel to my sleep,
Beneath a tranquil sky.
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About the Creator
Author based in Kent, England. A writer of fictional short stories in a wide range of genres, he has been a non-fiction writer since the 1980s. Non-fiction subjects include art, history, technology, business, law, and the human condition.