One Last Song

by Jack Nightengale   Feb 7, 2014


Tender hands begin to strangle,
To the soft chorus of an angel,
Soft tunes and a sweet melody,
Sing a song under an adult tree.

Touching the ear drums and a bleeding heart,
Keeping the soul from ripping apart.
Dancing a dance of murder and chaos,
Spreading its wings like an albatross.

Soaring on high winds above the clouds,
Mist descending keeping it in shrouds.
Alone it continues to fly,
Until it descends from the sky.

Listening to a song of soft sweet serenity,
Spreading its wings over this giant tree.
In a land where there is no wrong,
Allowing us to listen to one more song.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    Wow this poem is very dark. The one thing that bugs me though is the capital letters at the beginning of each line. I liked the dark wording you brought to this soft piece. You did well with the contrast. I think what you are saying here is that you love listening to this angel sing and her singing helps you with the pain you are feeling. The different charcters have different personalities. It's not easy to do that. The angel is a beautiful and the main character is riddled with pain and hurt. Anyways I loved the poem as a whole. Beautiful

  • 10 years ago

    by EchosLastSong

    I like the albatross tid-bit. It reminds me of "The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner". I also enjoy how you paint pictures with your words.

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