Hush, come quietly by
For now the mice are praying
With tiny hearts aglow in the final, dying flicker
Of a single candle left to burn.
Hush, come quietly by
For now the walls resound
With tiny tongues and the faintest echoes of the past
As each extols their maker.
Hush, come quietly by
For as the candle gasps,
Its last light upon the altar leaves a shadow
Of a final, hopeful prayer.