Karace Poem by T.A. Rosenbaum

Then,
like an autumn leaf upon the wind,
As if she'd never been,
and as angels often tend,
gone!

Flown,
Upon some great horizon golden-red,
As if she'd always known,
Where the angels gently tread,
on!

Flame,
Dim, then bathed in Radiant light,
Leading on to proclaim,
We are safe, done is our fight!
Dawn!

Goodnight,
Now and forever,
You sleep and our children wait
For some distant endeavour,
Return to them then as you have to us now
Take them on and no harm allow
Sad mistress, sad vessel of fate
Goodnight.