She lay still in her bed

A soft pillow under her head

slow even breathing

and the last light of evening 

on her lovely peaceful face.

Hair black as night

eyes closed to the moonlight

she dreams happy things

like magic fairy wings

then she dreams of everlasting slumber.

She restlessly tosses

As she dreams of small crosses

laid down for those

who will wake not.

Briers and roses

pansies and posies 

on the beds of those who sleep.

Forever.