The Voice That Calls Me

What is there to be expected of the good that sing?

Sing to me,

A cheerful song,

One of good,

One that is strong.

One that is sweet,

One that is long,

Yet never tires me,

Sing me a song.

I will listen close,

And sway along,

No matter how morose,

No matter how wrong.

Sing to me of Aradia,

She who taught me,

Suppressed my mania,

And brought me.

Sing to me.

From this earth,

Sing as I am weary.

From my birth,

To the moon so dreary.

From the leaves,

And forests,

That weave,

This chorus.

I wish to hear the voice that calls me,

Hoping to sway me and appall me.

I wish to escape this place of dread,

And above all,

For no one to recall me,

For I will be dead.

Author's Note

Thoughts?