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Literary: Lamentation's Facade

9/30/2016 08:20:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

Streaks of white against the midnight sky,
A sign of hope for those below;
Whispers and shouts come from the vale,
Wishes and calls for better days.

Wishes, o wishes, bastions of hope,
Whose marble face of endless dreams,
Betrays not that plaster which is your core:
Lamentation and pain and endless grief.

Wishes, o wishes, you marks of want,
Are you not but calls for help?
A honeyed lament against what is;
A sweet-sung song of tormented woe.

Wishes, o wishes, you declamations loud,
Whose sound is wasted on an empty hall,
Echoing, echoing for an absent crowd,
Unheard, unnoticed, unheeded.

Streaks of white against the endless black,
Fading as they speed along;
Swallowed by darkness in their path,
Lost forever to the void.