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NOCTURNAL LAMENT, by            
First Line: Sounds of the evening
Last Line: That I now hold in my possession.
Subject(s): Lament


Sounds of the evening
Dripped from the leaves
And whispered, in the dusk,
Words of those spirits,
Lost, in the search for peace.
Tragic chords of minor tones
Cried plaintively in my ears;
Terror gripped those twisted souls
Burnt dry from the fires of search.
Their dying tones
In the distance clear
No longer reach the weary mind;
But when the sun
Shall trumpet the day
This music returns,
This time to stay
And become for me a paean of triumph,
Begotten and wrenched from
Weary spirits and pain-racked bodies
Who gave their years
For these ugly abstracts
That I now hold in my possession.





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