Elegy

I knew him deeply in my soul, albeit in function and not in name, the name a drowning symbol of reality gained but lost all too quickly, a clear beam of sunshine alighting opaquely in the gloom, scattering those verminal beasts of wintry reason and hoary conscience. He stood unmoved, ensconced in the wing-tipped shade of the ever-approaching and all-encompassing arm of crystalline Justice, the here-and-now, its stony visage lacking the pity of ancestral wisdom, save the wrinkled tears of a childhood long lost but not forgotten. You must live on in memories, though they be the self-collapsing tombs of fragile parchment, empty words emblazoned thereupon forever devoured by greedy eyes. A pallor of extinguished luminescence, our final witness thrown to the howling wind.