Weary and old
Ready to die
Perhaps well-known
Confident and quiet
Sharp and well-kempt
Elegance never escaped
Even with age
And graced this lake
Each winter day
The day he died
He hid away
I know because
Through forrest halls
Hearken I did
To the most beautiful sound
That sank my ears
Uncontrolled,
The heart did lark
And searched whitherward
For yonder song
When I glanced upon
The majestic swan
Who sang at last
His only song
All his life
Never a word
Nigh time for death
He let it go
With no one to hear
Fell upon my ear
And when he was done
In a scratch that he dug
Whereinto his beautiful body
He nestled therein
Tired and alone
Stretched out his neck
To be no more
