None Save The Meistersinger
First with the frost
Comes the song of the lost
Its echoes disperse in the snow
Emptily, without hope or word
And largely unheard
Then, with the thaw,
The long arm of the law
Makes visible where we should go
Emptily, without word or hope
Or a singing bird
Contributors: | Surlaw, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 23rd May 2006 by Surlaw. |