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Swan SongSwan song
The stage stood out from the gloom of the theatre, a relic among antiques. The seating of the theatre was enveloped in a blanket of dust and darkness, insignificant to the simplistic grandeur of the the stage. The stage itself was draped with long, heavy, deep crimson curtains, untidily tucked into bundles at the base and hung at the sides, with old, wooden crates stacked and pushed together in messy piles to the rear. A single, lonely chair of maple and maroon cushion sat at the front of the stage. A couple of oil lamps lit the base of the stage from the coat stands that stood lonesome around, sending their dim light across the floorboards. Stuffy heat filled the silent theatre. It was if it had layed undisturbed for a lifetime.
The silence was punctured abruptly by heavy, echoing footsteps from the far reaches of the stage. Out from the curtains walked an man, tired and sombre, dressed in an old, faded performing suit, his hair greyed and combed, on his face a pair of tarni
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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