Despairing Song
Wild winds howl where
Far-flung vistas fair
Stand still waiting stoic
Hearing hailing-songs heroic
Alone, afraid, a wanderer wails
Of love lost and winding trials
Which weave unending round the wood
He wonders when he'll fall for good
Turning in the widening gyre
The falcon is aflame with fire
And dead is king, and dead is God
And fallen is the ruling rod
He served in youth his proud king
Of whom the psalmists sadly sing
Who lost at war, the final game
And won an ever-cursed name
Now sojourner wanders west
And north in search of final rest
And south in hope if dying well
And East to flee his living hell
For Erika of whom he sang
In step with men who silent hang
Is lost to foreign fang and hate
A burning death which shan't abate
Lost is hope of love and child
Lost is woman, sweet and mild
And lost is joy forevermore
So what, he screams, wait you for
Strike me down with savage blow
Crush my skull and lay me low
End my pain and end my sorrow
For I cannot abide tomorrow
Wild winds howl where
Far-flung vistas fair
Stand still waiting stoic
Hearing hailing-songs heroic
-Bannerless (@counterevolt)