Bitter dregs of poisoned wine bring anguish to her soulSlicing through her shattered heart, the razor takes its toll
Broken dreams and silent screams rise up like ghostly plumes
Neverwhen’s Queen falls to her knees amid the empty rooms
Lord Brightshade is gone, he will not return – he lost his final fight
His lady mourns; her tears adorn his halls of eternal night
In memory of
MATTHEW GUY MCNAB
03/06/69 – 08/25/01
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