Petrels' song

O! Tranquil sheep of heaven's gate,
And vanquished soul of maidens' mate.
A gush of monody shall lead
Wandering across fields of reed.

The endless circles shall be torn,
To break the silence before dawn.
When angels meet to play their lute,
To calm the time when stars are mute.

Your litten moon shall soon know death,
Without the sky, nor dirge, nor wreath
Like petrels' song in winter's night,
To free the souls from chains of blight.

Reviews

[-musicfunk-]

so pleasant in tone
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[dan nacario]

thanks..

[Dessa Thens]

a great imagination :)

[CrimsonBlaze]

It flows very well.. and the worsds placed im that way makesit just the more majestic

[dan nacario]

thanks for reviewing

[Amanda]

very nice

[Kuhr Gred]

100 for you.. love this.. :)

[Cassie Fraga]

nice imagery!! love the flow!! great write!!