Sorrow reverberates from her still singing limbs
And in the irony of her punishment
A voice that once proclaimed a love for him
But lost within her soul's lament
"Who will put an end to this great sadness?"
And to herself replies "The hours passing."
So below she sinks into the abyss
Of knowing it's forever lasting
But soon the hours turn to days
And weeks to months and years
And that sweet Siren eventually fades
As does the longing and the tears
"Chi dara fine al gran dolore?"
And to herself replies "L'ore"
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Hmm, this is an interesting piece, wordsick. It has connotations of the greek myth of Echo - I wonder if that is the driving force behind this sonnet? Either way, good job!
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