The Lost

 

A minstrel’s prayer

Echoes in the rain-

A woeful lament

Sung to honor the pain-

 

So cold, so cold

No life, no breath-

A mournful lament

Sung to honor the death-

 

A violin’s sweet voice

Brings forth a tear-

A despairing lament

Why should death interfere?

Reviews

[Bubo]

Death is always a hard thing to write, unless we have
experienced that deep pain of loss............a sorrowful
piece and also lovely in the word movement and flow.

[Narnie]

Oh yes but there is beauty in the despair... the violin is a masterstroke. I notice you say that you have not been writing for long and this is the first of your pieces I have read. It seems that you have poetry in your soul. Lovely read and would be fantastic set to some classical music.