The Swans

In my hand I hold the hymn of all I’ve loved—

The decisive melody surely wrote to play me off.

There is no laudation left, or lust to reminisce,

Just longing, built of dreams I’ll surely miss,

Masterpieces mangled into a script of mindless quests.

My heart has struck and now I hear the swans,

Synchronized in a sorrowed song representing

The annihilation of all I’ve loved—all that’s gone.

Serenaded in the darkness, I stand witness

To the curtains upon my head, and I watch

The lights go out, myself, held in a listless cage.

My tears wed the page I hold as I look back

At the path from which I’ve came—

The forested trail which will never lead me home.

I have followed my heart and been led astray,

Deeper and deeper into the heart of night.

    DannYetman

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