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Lament of the Last Bard

A bard’s final song on a fading world

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Dusk descends, and with it comes, A melody, sombre and profound. A bard stands alone, their fingers numb, On the sacred ground where fate is bound.

Foreseen through veils of time unkind, A land once lush, now faced with ruin. Their song, a vessel for the mind, Holds secrets of the end, ensuing.

Stars align, yet offer no grace, To hearts entwined with earth’s plight. With every chord, they embrace The looming shade of eternal night.

Tears blend with ink, as verses flow, Not just of despair but love and resilience. For in the darkest depths of woe, Lies are the strongest form of defiance.

Visions of verdure turning grey, Mountains crumbling, rivers still. The bard’s voice trembles, yet they play, Guided by a steadfast will.

A requiem for the fallen, the lost, For battles waged, and dreams that died. Each note a memory, tempest-tossed, A whisper of the pride once held inside.

Yet, within the silence that follows the song, A flicker of hope, stubborn, remains. For even as the night seems long, The essence of life, persistent, sustains.

The final verse, a heartfelt plea, For those who’ll wake to worlds anew. To remember, to cherish, to see The beauty in the morning dew.

So the bard sings, with fervour born Of love for a land that’s slipping away. Their melody, both joy and mourn, A beacon for those who’ll stay.

As the last echo fades into night, A vow made under starlit skies: To keep the flame, the fight, the light, Alive in hearts, through tears and sighs.

| C.J. Coop © 2024. All rights reserved. | British writer |

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