Poem – Death of a Poet

Based on events from A Throne of Bones

A mortally wounded flier, upon returning to his forest home meets the weeping bride of his distant youth. Instead of relishing these precious moments he icily reacts to her desperate attempts to soothe his passing with song. His bitter knowledge of the coming ruin speaks through this final soliloquy.

Sing to me your swan song

sing to me your lie

spread your pretty lips let out

the swaying locust cry

 

drown out all the ringing in

my battle damaged ears

let it soothe the killing wound

and soon reali-zed fears

 

I want to now feel hopeful

for hopes lost yesterday

lie to me, sing your sweet lies

until I pass away

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