Grave message...

Evermore, said the note

On the Bard's grave

The one we learn by rote

Cognac and roses by a mystery man

Delivered in the gloom

By an unknown hand

The role passed on from him to me

It will go on for eternity

Now the date has been missed

No brandy...

The roses, are lips unkissed

Waiting...

Maybe, this time next year

The promise will hold

I'm sure.... never fear

"Twas just a fluke, a skip in time

He was sick

I'm sure... but not of rhyme

Evermore, evermore, evermore