A friend referred me to this link in celebration of November 2, which is the Day of the Dead. I thought it would be fun, so here is my submission:
A life of writing, redrafting, and proofreading,
And a love of fiction never receding,
Hours of typing and fingers so weary,
No matter the weather, sunny or dreary.
Here lies the lady who dropped down dead,
With visions of vampires stuck in her head.
Her life is gone and her story’s been told,
But for those left behind, it’ll never grow old.
And so, may her soul finally rest in peace,
And dream endless dreams that will never cease.
