The Captive

A quiet step I entered in.
My breath an inward draw.
A quiver on my lips I felt,
as I looked at you in awe.

I saw your mortal body lay,
like porcelin your face.
My fingers to cold lips I pressed.
My heart, a last embrace.

Gone your presence,
from this shell.
So easily I see.
The human captive,
in life's embrace.
At last has been set free.

Earthen bond's of pain and death,
were layed at heaven's door.
Glorius change now on your face,
No tears forevermore.