vale

a lot of sadness
a lot of dying
and pain of loss
there's a sense of doom

but it's spawn of sadness

a hollow sadness
an ache in the heart
pain in the brain
for lost comrades
in shadow now
their
numbers added
on a dark abacus

their bright lights
the energy they carried
it's been handed on to each of us who are left
we carry bright moments
magic of that
and this way we
keep their energy alive
in the world
it becomes part of our life
and those we meet

in this way we are
made rich by others
who pass through
our orbit