He was a sad and mournful song
A lonesome whispered lilt
The mountains
Streets
Bereft
Haunted
Carried on
He was a solitary sound
A single keening note
Through walls
And hallways
Wearing down
With pure and
Plaintive soul
He was a sad and mournful song
A sorrow filled refrain
No country
Home
Forlorn his name
A Dirge
He carried on
Inspired by a line from Ssly.
Very sad and mournful
inspiration – jump before you fall. that even if there is light does not mean there is no darkness. even in death there is not always company. be it hope is a state of mind and not a state of being. one must prepare himself for his own demise and expect nothing else. anything after that is gravy.
a nice share under the shadow of sadness
If ever I witnessed this elegy, I would surely have wept with the sounds and your words… the march was indeed woeful, yet he carried on
Nice rhythm to this piece
A very moving piece..rather haunting and sad…though somewhat fitting xx