Song of the Last Bird

“I am alone: the world is dead And all its vigor has been bled. May trees fill once again the plains Where not a single soul remains!” “The cities have been emptied out Of all the men who roamed about And whose unsparing, gruesome fight Had pitted darkness against light.” “They deemed their earthen realm to be Bold proof of their eternity And fancied that they still could thrive When nothing else was left alive.” “Well here I am: the world’s last bird! I’ve seen the fall of their absurd Dominion over all the sky By their own hands and lurid lie.” “Not long ago I flew above The lovely mountains with my love, But she is gone. She died in vain And nothing fills the air but pain.” “All I have left to do is wait Until I suffer the same fate Which killed my kind by sword and flame And left me longing, lone and lame.” “I have been sentenced to live on, Though all I treasured is now gone. I pour my sorrow out in song And pray that death won’t tarry long!”