.Swan Song.

Swan Song

by alice oiseau

.

                    I.

Fools!

I was not made for a cage!

You are devouring me.

             One

                        by

                                one.

Ignorance!

And apathy

take hold of you.

Open your damn eyes.

Your veins run cold

and I trace them as I trace my steps back

               to when I first found refuge.

                    II.

I loved you.

You were a sanctuary,

serene, like still waters.

The same waters I lay by

             day

                        by

                                day.

The very same waters I can no longer see.

                    III.

A bird must fly

and feel a midsummer night's breeze

against the softest of wings.

But you have caged me!

You have suffocated me

to almost

      complete

              and total

                             death.

Almost.

                    IV.

Thirsting for Calliope.

Tenderly she whispers in the ear

of a caged and dying poet.

There is hope.

But.

Not here.

                    V.

From the ashes

there lies the memory

of once upon a time...

But from the ashes

a new byrd will rise.