Volume 3, 2003

Vigil

Bruce Bennett

The ravening disease
shook you, then let you go.
You lie composed, at ease.
We bow, and will it so.

The fight you fought was fierce.
You met it in its lair
and strove against its force
unwavering and aware.

Courage was all you wore.
That battle has been won
and need be faced no more.
Dear warrior, well done!