The Swan's Song

Graceful is your wing
Feathers soft and white
What melody do you sing?
What is your plight?
A song so sweet
Melancholy in every note
What fate will its end meet,
As the song dies in your throat?
Your end comes near
Without a choice,
And I fear
It is the last I'll hear of your voice
As the soul utters its final cry,
The body is left behind to die

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