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Melody of the Lost
April 6, 2015
The sunset hues are shaded red as breath.
The water roils as the clouds' tears are shed
The sea shines with the lost calls of nigh death
Riding the wind, seagulls follow the led
Hollow eyes, we trudge along the windfloor
Led by melody of the unexplained
Unaware of what lies beyond the shore
Ignorant of the fact we are unchained
Our faithful leader, tour guide to death’s door
Adorned with but a flute and knowledge vast
With a wave and a smile, nothing more
With a shift in notes, erasing our past
Hark, the piper leading children a–three!
Out above the ever-shifting salt sea.
© Grace L., Bacolod City, Philippines
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Written in the 8th grade during a time in which I was not quite certain who or what to follow -- my heart, or the church? I'd read a wonderful retelling of the Pied Piper, and so this just kind of popped out. The stress is probably all off -- I'm not even certain why I'm posting such an ametuerish piece, but I guess a window into the mind of a conflicted child can provide food for some schools of thought. May also be the result of my strange likening of Peter Pan to the Pied Piper, and a recurring nightmare where I was forced to walk on the air above expanses of sea, leaving everyone behind, reduced to a null state...anyhow, you're here to read the sonnet, are you not? Enjoy the terribly-stressed, angsty product, dear reader.