The Swan in the Swan Song is so Precious
Its feathers are lighter than Sound waves push
The voice of a Tenor through Destruction
Flames of the Abyss when forward they swoosh
Captivate with the Glory of Sunsprawls
Lift from Auroras Consumed in NIghtfall
As smoother than Glass the Water’s Surface
Glides as it Severs its own Existence
But not before its Tumult is Unbound
Deep the Lake will drive through the Silent Depth
To insulate the Power that spells Doom
Designed to preserve the Universe Whole
Submits to its Necessary Defeat
And Gathers from the Ramparts the Volume
Of Melody condenses its Poem.
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