The Pope Has Died, Long Live the Pope

In solemn halls where silence reigns,
The heavy heart of sorrow gains,
A shepherd’s voice, now hushed in night,
Yet in his wake, a guiding light.

The papal throne, adorned with grace,
Now mourns the absence of his face,
A mantle draped in hope and care,
Where faith was kindled, hearts laid bare.

O Vatican, with spires so high,
You echo prayers that fill the sky,
In marble chambers, shadows cast,
Remind us of the bonds that last.

The incense rises, thick and sweet,
A fragrant hymn beneath our feet,
As candles flicker, shadows play,
In reverence for a life that swayed.

Through trials faced and paths untrod,
He walked with us, a humble prod,
With wisdom deep as ancient seas,
He taught us love, he taught us peace.

From distant lands, the faithful come,
To honor him, our hearts succumb,
In every tear, a story told,
Of mercy’s touch and hands of gold.

Yet here we stand, as dusk descends,
With heavy hearts, the journey bends,
But in the stillness, whispers rise,
A voice anew, the spirit flies.

Long live the Pope, the mantle passed,
In every soul, his light amassed,
A tapestry of faith entwined,
In every heart, his love defined.

For every shepherd has his flock,
In every hour, the ticking clock,
A legacy that cannot fade,
In every prayer, his truth conveyed.

So let us gather, side by side,
In unity, our faith our guide,
For in the shadows of despair,
We find the strength to rise and share.

The conclave meets, the cardinals pray,
With solemn hearts, they seek the way,
A new voice rising, bold and bright,
To carry forth the sacred light.

In every gaze, a promise shines,
A bridge of hope, where faith aligns,
For though we grieve, we also know,
The seeds of love will surely grow.

And as we bid our fond farewell,
To one who served with heart and swell,
We lift our voices, strong and clear,
Long live the Pope, our hope sincere.

Through ages past and years to come,
In every heart, his message hums,
A testament to love’s embrace,
In every faith, we find our place.

So let us walk, with heads held high,
Through valleys low and mountains nigh,
For in our hearts, he shall reside,
The Pope has died, long live the Pope, our guide.