Nightfall on the Citadel
Robed in black
I lead the way
Past the statues
Past the guards
A living funeral…

The torches flicker
Making the long-dead move
Marble faces silent
On icy tombs.
‘Lay him here then go!’
Let the madman be….

Only leave me fire,
My last and only friend.
Here will it devour
Me and thee, sweet son.
Let me tell you now
Past hearing as you are
It was you I loved…. 

- Varda