Dirge Unheard

That lonely bird’s songOh, how her heart bled for so longMay be she gently weepsAs the grief for her lost love, out it seepsMay be she inwardly trembleslike me, to the world she just dissembleswe sing together these melodiesof grief , of death, of our own maladiesand we reminisce of the last fallhow cruelly it brought death’s calland of the way we both partedI, near his grave, and she for a storm dartedNow all that’s left is solitude and torment

And that lonely bird’s unheard lament..