The Swan Song
13 May 2016
Blue ribbons
Hang from the dark skies
As the rains
Fill the plains
With the remains of seasons
Spent in wasted stance
Plush meadows
Once breathed laughter’s lines
As the sun
Shone brightly
Upon yards now unsightly
A blossom of graves
They built caves
Within heathen grounds
Released hounds
On the weak
Their kings grovel as we speak
Their battlefields red
Newly wed
The bells ring for you
Pealing love
High above
The cries to bring out the dead
As the black tides sweep
Put to rest
Soul in house arrest
The moonbeams
Hush its screams
It wanes withers but for dreams
Daily sustenance
Daylight broad
The waking penance
Where I walk
Where I talk
My mind in slow resonance
With the sleeping hordes
Iron rod
Piercing my ribcage
They seek rage
Through outrage
The body feels mind repeals
The soul mere stillness
Walk along
I will recount lives
Filling you
With wonders
From deep wells I draw splendors
My mouth a brush stroke
We relive
Many lost embers
The frail heart
Remembers
Feelings more than brief memoirs
Stories for boudoirs
United
The pieces of us
They sing loud
The Swan Song
Crystalline drops that take us
To where we belong
Reading of the poem:
Nocturne – Secret Garden
Swan – Secret Garden
Aragorn Sleepsong – Secret Garden
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