the Mourning Breath part2

the trees laugh-
scorn of the wood,
a fool endures the horror of this preparation

wept for a tempting solace
and forbade his heart from hope
breathed and lingered upon
a final twilight scent

a lovelorn smile bade farewell to a moonlit stage

in painstaking craft,
from a burden this tragedy was raised
a bleak creation of an architect,
by a dreadful bond dismayed

their severance hastened
the dreamer awakened

urgings of this faint nightingale
the dawn approaches with a peering light
with what remains of the dark’s veil
I must search for my peace

fallen and held by a limb I chose
the sigh is tranquil, yet in agony I writhe

the painting complete
for beauty’s life a masterpiece arrives

Swan Song writ, in descent into the vastness of gloom
I will spy the white shore

glorious in my absence,
the world who once slept awoke
and mocked the revered name I spoke...