And fables shroud the truth of who you were,
The knowledge of your personality
Remains to us a beyond reach allure.
What mood did coax the histories alive,
Or spin the tales of tragic heroes' doom?
What caused the laughter on the page to thrive
And so dispel the pessimistic gloom?
Who or what you were we may not know,
But like a star, in the vast heavens lit,
You remain alive, though others come and go,
For time has not robbed your written word of wit.
The words you penned into reality,
Have lifted you to immortality.
Nina Alahakoon (11/05/2010)
