the swan's head fell in a collapsing tangent.
the swan couldn't keep it held, couldn't bear stick the feathers nobody believed to weigh a tonne of bricks.
the swan cared all too much, couldn't blend reality with the song of bliss the crows hissed of.
the swan mustered to persevere,
blazing nature's matrons music ear to ear
the swan saw leaves fall as autumn made it's seasonal call,
would you ever guess - the swan blamed only itself.
for the earthly demise wields a beautiful disguise.
the swan named fallacy would never see,
for fall's weight fell into every atom in it's tragedy.
the swan felt death in layers of travesty each sacred hour,
the swan revered the crows and deer, the sea's flows and freer galaxies,
condemned to the fragile atonement of mortality's unutterable catastrophe.