09-03-2017, 06:36 AM
KAIODE
Born spring 191; Died winter 191
Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies
A child, the darling of his parents’ eyes:
A gentler foal n’er sported on the plain,
A fairer flower will never bloom again:
Few were the days allotted to his breath;
Now let him sleep in peace his night of death.
Thomas Gray
To my savior, Diable Rouge, thank you for being what no one else would. You were the light in my rather dim existence. I am eternally grateful.
To my big Sis, Solace, it wasn't your fault. Just know that. You tried to save me again but fate twisted it's ugly head. Don't cry for me, Fore I am free.
KAIODE