Rebecca

Her shade becomes a fantasy

Her dream's they'll soon forget

Her life will soon seem meaningless

When shade's form doth repent



Her final slumber carried

By those that knew her best

Within white castles high above

A white rose upon her chest



A dreamer's dream no longer dreamt

Will soon be forever more

Her face forever distant

Unto that plutonium shore



Such rain that falls with silent drop

Soon heard around the world

Her once solid form takes kind to rain

When Peter's gates unfurl



I hope that she lies quietly

Upon that distant shore

And thinks again of us back when

Together to breathe once more.