Swan Song
Swan Song
Stealthy killers have crept
Their secret bullet
Reaching this empty nest
Swans too unaware of attack
Arms aimed riffles
Pleasure hunted
Shock
Smile
Blast
Exhilaration
Death
Only one reflection now
No other dark gaze looks back
No other gliding ripples
All reassurance has gone
The lake of desolation
Coaxed her half hearted rage
Bleeds from a crooked corpse
Pathetic winds stir dead feathers and reeds
To animation
No gentle neck arching
Wings now absent haunt the breeze
She is a pose of fear
The air to void to fly
No other yellow bill or back glinting eye
None could vie with her chosen
White beauty now unmoving
Scarlet slash wickedly marring
Maiming her heart with sudden isolation
The ballet of the dieing
Cannot see the cruel eyes prying
Exulting in the deed
Do not hear her lament
Joining in a pact a spur of black
Still mournfully beating
Madness flapping struggled with reflection
To lift his head from under
To breathe till breath would burst her lungs asunder
But lower still he seemed to fall
Days shot sound echoed constantly
Unmoving nights which found her
Till dawn would bring its shadows
Illusions born by sorrows
Sends haunted dreams
In madness before her
Cast the moon in images of death defied before her
A phantom wrapped in eyes of night
And side by side they glide
Mourning on the silver tide
Three nights and no more can the moon contain
In her heart the spur of black
Lay barren ready for a violent ice caress
For paths to cross just once
She vowed in her willingness
To become in her will an ice sculpture of
Vengeance
So harboured deep in proud beauty
A malice in hatreds empathy
Prayed for fate and chance to shake hands
And there on the shore
The assassin stands
Gliding wistfully she
Using all her grace and beauty
To bind her quarry
In her natural mystery
Slipped over the stillness
Approaching with coyness
Mesmerizing light in water gleams
Her fatal white and an arrow beak
Fixed the man by her darkest dreams
Opening wings
Sheds intent glare beguiling
Her neck an arrow javelin
Unleashed her fury broke true and deadly
With lethal intention
And
For her mate
She launched her self upon him
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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