O’ fleeting Harmony!
now a flightless bird,
with each step your
feathers, they fall - paves the way
for your dance
towards the grave.
Quaking beast of Dissonance!
hides in the charnel,
and lies in wait -
ready to pounce - once you fall
unawares
into the pit.
O’ oblivious Harmony!
without full-bodied
will and accord -
meandering? - you are not -
for the lingering stench, which chokes
the air, compels you
to move forth.
Author notes
This is a poem that I'm currently working on. I have yet to write the concluding stanza(s).
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