Listen to the whispers of the lament

Silent tears immersing forgotten words

A poisoned heart with its last breath, unmeant

Suffers hover about the swooning birds

Buried dolor detaining fate below

Strangled cries aboard on the ceaseless firth

Walking alone on the streets of sorrow

For you are trapped inside this lightless earth

Ne’er to know what one’s feat be apt ferment

A desperate reach for eternal rover

Soughing the sweet, sweet song of the lament

As blithe and spry as an unkept clover

Forever will you hear this true repent

And that, that is the sound of the lament



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