Voices
It was the crack of dawn,
When I first heard her song,
And it made me sit up in bed,
No such beautiful vibrations
Had ever before filled my head...
I sensed it was a death throes lilt
And was the last chance to be heard
I shivered in rapture sonic
And wished I could understand each word
She was joined by others,
Though lesser of skill,
I strained my ears,
Up until...
Sad silence blanketed the earth
And I knew there would be no more
such song...
Of such beauty there would be a dearth,
Such a loss seemed so wrong
The world would hence have less worth.
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