In poetic realms where sorrows are heard

Seven moons passed, a relentless decree,
Souls departed, yearning to be free.
Denied the solace of earth’s warm embrace,
Bodies lingered, held in graceless space.
Silent whispers echoed through the night,
As dreams of peace took a tortured flight.
Oh, the tales untold in the realm of the gone.

In poetic realms where sorrows are heard,
Their spirits dance, free as a songbird.
As we mourn the delay in a hallowed reprieve,
Let compassion guide the stories we weave.
For those denied rest in a timely decree,
In our hearts, they find eternal, dignified glee.