The SongBird

Singing and wrenching her heart out, every waking hour, 

Her music so sublime, it could 

Melt continents of ice, set forests on fire;

The Sun would hide in his thick, sullen shroud 

On days she failed to breathe her sweet air

And set free heavy-eyed creatures from the night.

Her astral notes raised Venus from despair 

Each dawn and dusk, to bathe Terra in her celestial light.

The Dark Prince of the Emerald Mount, his heart with passion taut,

"She will sing for no man but me!" he swore;

In a golden cage lined with pearls he sought 

To lock the SongBird in his castle for evermore.

Dark night, that broke into a dark and pitiless day,

Beside a broken cage, eyes charred black, still as death he lay.