Swan Song


When black turns the tide into spirals of melancholia
and drowns the stillness of the night,
the heart grieves
a growling battle cry.
Amidst the painful silence,
there's an unheard soliloquy.
Calling Erebus,
lacerating Pandora's box...
enveloping the wholeness
of what was once a prologue.

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