Fair Eurydice

Behold, my fair beauty;

Woven flowers in your hair; 

Death has made acquaintance; 

Such grief I cannot bear.

Alone without you near;

With music sweet I seek;

From the underworld you rise;

A shadow by my side.

Yet slighter than a glimmer; 

For enticed unto the dead; 

Hades has claimed your soul;

Fare thee well, my lost Eurydice.

                                     J J Dobor