Speak

The Symphony I

You hear her?

No

For the silence swallowed her whole

A flag at half mass

And shes tied to the pole

In her honor

I wrote a note

For she was delicate as she spoke

"I hear by claim she suffer no more"

"Perish she did..."

.....chained to my floor

And a lullaby that I

Chose to ignore

Was the sound of her crying at the door

"She struggled..yes,
But fed she was!
I washed her dress!"

To hide the blood...

All that stress

To escape last night

And her screams, oh my!

As I turned on the porch light...

"Farewell my lady,
And may you rest at sea!
One last good bye
My dear symphony."