Hi everyone! Hope you like this poem, I would love reviews, any sorts. It would be great if you could tell me what I did well and what I need to work on and stuff. And I don't own this idea, LMM does and always will own The Piper.
Anyway, here goes...
A Deadly Song
A deadly song
The Piper pipes,
The sound of a going;
The dance of death.
A musical tune,
Beautiful, ethereal
Yet eerie and sinister,
To all who wish to hear.
From a nickel pipe
Comes a silvery tune;
Haunting, alluring
Stalking you.
With his long grey coat
In the mist, unfolding,
Floats an eerie tune
The sound of trouble awakening.
And in his wake
He leaves despair,
Lost hope,
And death.
The moon witnesses him pipe,
The boys that follow;
Willingly
His dutiful call.
And on he dances
With the fallen following,
Over the bloodstained fields
Of France and Flanders.
The poppies sway in the gentle breeze,
And mist envelops the fields, once more,
And the clouds
Drizzle down their sorrow.
The mark is there of scarred field and plain;
Forever imprinted
On the death ridden soil.
No one can stop it;
Every mortal can hear it,
It calls and we follow
A deadly song.
Well, what did you think? I like to imagine Walter wrote it in his last days; or perhaps even on the eve of his death. Sinister? I want it to be. There is all too much carelessness and suffering in this world for everything to be all happy and mushy (no offense to those who like things that way). But is it not important to have some sadness in this world, something to sober us when we are silly? Thank you for taking the time to read this...I appreciate it whole-heartedly. Honest I do.
Lest we forget