Evermore Ascending has been published in All of Me Vol. IV, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. Title art is by Igor Ludwig.
Listen to Evermore Ascending by Richard Charles Stevens (Boadicea Suite)
Listen to Boadicea by Enya (Obsidia Remix)
When the sun is at its blackest
You will have a friend in me
With my hand upon my heart
Bowing down on bended knee
I shall hold this flame within my palm
Bereft of blush
Bereft of qualm
With touch of tender calm
To grant serenity
You will have a friend in me
Depend on me for such
You will have a friend in me
Depend on me for such
When the sun is at its blackest
You will have a friend in me
I would move the mountains to the sea to see you breathe
For the past I grieve for thee
If only to relieve
Lost my brother in the spring
Killed too soon by death’s harsh sting
The meadow larks then ceased to sing
And I now bear the mark on me
Pardon me for speaking
When it may not be my place
But I wish the same safe passage
That of dignity and grace
I wish the same safe passage
That of dignity and grace
When the sun is at its blackest
You will have a friend in me
With my hand upon my heart
Bowing down on bended knee
I shall hold this flame within my palm
Bereft of blush
Bereft of qualm
With touch of tender calm
To grant serenity
You will have a friend in me
Depend on me for such
You will have a friend in me
Depend on me for such
When the sun is at its blackest
You will have a friend in me
Observing from a kindly vantage
Evermore attentively
Death can be so senseless when our mortal coils be spoiled
Ruthless and relentless
When encompassing in toil
Tears then run as streams throughout the soil in memoriam
As someone dear departs the auditorium
Glory be remembrance of every one fine day
Life in sweet reflection no cruel blight can steal away
There exists a better place
We know such to be true
And when the sun turns black again
Will know just what to do
When the sun is at its blackest
You will have a friend in me
With my hand upon my heart
Bowing down on bended knee
I shall hold this flame within my palm
Bereft of blush
Bereft of qualm
With touch of tender calm
To grant serenity
You will have a friend in me
Depend on me for such
Depend on me
Depend on me
Depend on me for such
Until such day arrives on cue
You will have a friend in me
With hand upon my heart
Bowing down on bended knee
I shall hold this flame within my palm
Bereft of blush
Bereft of qualm
With touch of tender calm
To grant serenity
You will have a friend in me
Depend on me for such
Depend on me
Depend on me
Depend on me for such
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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Thank you for sharing such beauty with us, Richard. I love this poem.
That means the world, Ivy. It is a very precious piece to me and I love that you can see the beauty in such a melancholic verse. Light through the darkness. Something I always look to provide through my art and this is a subject that sadly affects us all at some point in our lives. Thank you, truly. For your gentle hands when receiving each verse.