Watch me faltering legs churning

The taste of autumn breeze on my tongue

Arms reaching for the sky, yearning to embrace the clouds

Soundlessly crying my frustration , ardently ignoring the pain

Eyes locked on that crisp blue sky

That these stricken wings shall never of taste again

All things to have known you've slain me, Swan

These tiresome triads to the ends of the earth

To the deepest darkest depths of some primeval sea

Guided by the stars and moon and inherent earthly energy

This course unchanged through aeons of birth and death summer and winter

Here, then There

Eyes locked on that crisp blue sky

That these stricken wings shall never of taste again

All things to have known you've slain me, Swan

Silently I gather you in my arms, chasing away the noble hound

Your graceful wings drip crystal tears

And those sky born eyes are closed to this world

To the pain and sorrow I have afflicted on you

beautiful,

Beautiful Swan