The Final Cry

By Aljan Darkmoon 2008

Her cry sounded throughout the valley. A cry ancient and pure

The people of old listen as the song of a sister of old sang her lullaby

The past years, her song once rang throughout the land

Sang proudly by her sisters and brothers

Now their song is but a whisper, sung now in fear

In her music was contained the tales of all that ever was and a longing

For what she knew was never to be

Never again were her kinsmen to travel boldly and without fear across the great expanse Respected and revered by all that heard her song or saw her shadow pass

Her loved ones now gone

Passed on or taken

Wary and weak she is

Though she has gathered her strength for one final task

For one final cry

Her song is of sorrow for those who would never know

And for those who knew too well that the song was meant to be

Rain is shed and souls are torn

When some realize where they’ve gone wrong

Yet some did not stop to think…before her final song

Given when the song soon fades into the darkness of night

Some will look away, fearful and avenging

But there will some who will listen and try to join the song