Death in the Month of Songs

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Hello guys!

Just thought I would post a poem, a few lines which I DO NOT own but copied from the PC game “Dishonored”. I enjoyed the lines, hope you do, too!

(The game traces it’s of existence from a longer work, translated from old Serkonan – By Anisa Mateo of Serkonos)

Death in the Month of Songs:

She was shy in the Month of Hearths
Hiding from my scented letters
A sun-dappled cure for my loneliness

She was smiling in the Month of Rain
Eating figs straight from the tree
A dream of sailing around the Isles

She was wed in the Month of Clans
To her sailor cousin from Cullero
A shrill bird, drilling at my chest

She was dying in the Month of Songs
Struck by a disease from the East
A terrible kiss on her distant lips

Tragic, is what the lines define. Provokes any thoughts? Please do share.