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!”
Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2017
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