The last song of the Kaua'i 'o'o bird

So if this be the last song I sing, Let it be more beautiful and haunting Than anything I have performed on this earth before. Let the open night echo my words In pity For no one will ever respond anymore. Let my unanswered call Coil the chain around my neck and restrain me to this branch As I break the silence of my lonely demise. I sing, not to be heard, But to remind myself that I am it: This is the end. Hear the echo. Isn’t it beautiful? To hear the voice of death. Perhaps it sounds familiar; like the voice of a friend… How many songs, howls and cries have you heard, Unaware that there will never be another one like it again? I am alone in a world filled with life. Life that is collapsing in on itself. I was born dead. But at least then I was not alone. Now, I sing with the diminishing hope that someone will answer. But I know Death will sooner reach me. And when that happens I will be free.