Melancholy,
whisper gently lest the Eagle awakes
Was
that the sound of his ‘heart’ about to break?
The
Eagle sleeps rocked by the sweet hand of Death
Await,
was that a tear, was that a gentle breath?
Was
that a ‘Star’ that sparkled in shiny ‘blue’?
Was
that the Sun that turned into ‘grayish hue’?
Was
that an Angel, an ephemeral earthly guest?
Was
that an ‘Eagle’ tired of his ‘burdened nest’?
Melancholy,
whisper gently lest the Sleeping Eagle flies
Unto
the voiceless mountains with troubled eyes
Lest
‘Death’ feeds on his anguished 'burning brain'
On a
heart tormented with years of ‘unbearable pain’
The
‘Heart’ is now still; that once stood to the storm
A
mighty Angel was ‘caged in a feeble human form’
Peace,
peace! Death has won him; yet the celestial ‘light’
Still
shines the way to ‘Heaven’ on his ‘last eternal flight’
Max O’Reilly
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