‘Psalms of the Avant Garde Empress 5: Aoide’©

1010545_583059668383991_1307712128_nby Robert Somynne11 Jul 2013

He sang one song and wished to die
A solitary death amongst dark mounts
Sheltered from time’s wandering eye
Alone with his heartbeat and its count
This silent song of memory sung
That bore no fruit but solitude,
A state turned but a curse that’s won
Remembers her sweet magnitude
Laid out resplendent bold in black
Her sun-lit spires, her crown and crest!
But recollection is for the old
The tired and the ones that rest
So through the poets' singing page
He sung her song and paid life’s wage
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RS ©