Crying, crying, crying
Crying, crying, crying,
Wailing wild and long.
A lilting mist of lamentations,
Anguishing, screaming strong-
Unbearable, broken song!
Leave your keening,
Stem your grieving.
Your sons will yet return.
But mourn too much and watch too little,
Soon the city’s all a-burn,
Only embers left to yearn
For the chicks gone flying.
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One Comment
- Mr. Toes replied:
That’s sad and rich with another combination of unnamed emotions that I can’t put my finger on right now. =/
June 12th, 2009 at 11:12 PM. Permalink.