A Swan Song

A poets quill lies on his desk Atop a sheet of coffee-stained Paper containing stylish script- An Edwardian handwriting. The quills point appeared to be dry For sometime, likewise the inkwell. On closer inspection the words On the page became legible: “My Swan Song” the title began. It continued: “The flame of life Grows dim and everything I have Seen in this light was through the eyes Of love. Love was writing verses With this pen.” The words ended there. Further searching found a yellowed, Crinkled obituary clip: “Today the town is saddened by The loss of its poet Albert__...”