Sweet and sad was the song sung,
pierced into a heart long hung.
Melody lasted and passed,
just too soon following the lass.
Notes of high distinct chastened the air,
yet tainted none of the wolf's lair.
Hurt like a slow draw across the hand,
within, without, with Homeland....
To seize one's mind with one's last grasp,
pull and tug and panted and rasped.
Forced the twin-edged steel in deep and deep,
till life's essence hot and red began to drip.
Clear were the drops of red,
bright as cherry jam on bread.
Back to Earth blood flow and dripped,
soon the tranquility of the dead have her in its grip.
A little bit of fun mixed with morbidness?