Penny for the widow.

One finds the world
a falling seed
we dine
and drink
the finest wine
from ship to shore
to seek
but more
from greed
to gifts
our spirit lifts.

Farthing for the bride.

If much is found
to lose, thus lost
and much is gained
to want, thus have
Watch the seas
from salty cliffs
the gulls, they fly
the Sirens call.

Pound for the daughter.

Follow those
who came before
after those
who fell at the door

Fiver for the son.

Who rises
(fields of roses)
and stands tall
and defiant
the colossus
taller still
the angry clockwork giant.

Money for the family
toss it down the well
Money for the family
to the gates of hell.

We come
from quests
of length imperious
faces solemn
our tones so serious
return to shore
of solid mind
with treasure troves
-the wonders, still ours to find.

We all fall down
At the door.

Come gather round, small children
listen to the tale
of fallen kings
and angry dragons
come listen to the story
of lost souls
and those of us who came before.