Swan Song

A graceful swan is floating

Upon a lake serene,

Suddenly a hunter’s shot

Ends the peaceful dream.

What causes death to beauty,

What triggers horrible change?

What ends a life of happiness,

One cannot rearrange.

How can one just say good bye,

To everything they loved

Knowing there’s no next time,

Or, no pity from above.

How can I just let you go

Yet not suffer any pain?

When old age is my future,

And Death my only gain?

What causes death to beauty,

Brings good feelings to an end?

It seems a life dilemma

I never will transcend.

With my life in perfect order

I woke up all alone,

Spiraling down the abyss

Much like a cast out stone.

Desperately, arms flailing out

For anything to grab

You leaned out upon the ledge

To take another stab.

What turned my whole reality

Into a plot of fiction?

What turned a perfect friendship

Into a maze of friction?

I floated on the water,

So content, and so serene.

I didn’t even hear your shot,

But thus ended the dream.