She glided through the pond late at night,
watching the blood moon, awaiting her love.
Her eyes brimmed with tears of desolation,
and her lovelorn heart ached with grief.
She was unaware that her mate was dead,
killed and took home by a hunter weeks ago.
Nonetheless, she stayed in the pond,
where, at dawn other swans would join her,
but at dusk, they'd all leave her stranded.
Soon she concluded that death caused his absence,
and she, the abandoned, sang a threnody for him.
The moon was descending now, plunging into the pond,
showing the arrival of a new dawn, another one without him.
She brandished her wings and flew along the blushing welkin
seeking another land away from his memories and shadows.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:06 AM UTC
She glided through the pond late at night,
watching the blood moon, awaiting her love.
Her eyes brimmed with tears of desolation,
and her lovelorn heart ached with grief.
She was unaware that her mate was dead,
killed and took home by a hunter weeks ago.
Nonetheless, she stayed in the pond,
where, at dawn other swans would join her,
but at dusk, they'd all leave her stranded.
Soon she concluded that death caused his absence,
and she, the abandoned, sang a threnody for him.
The moon was descending now, plunging into the pond,
showing the arrival of a new dawn, another one without him.
She brandished her wings and flew along the blushing welkin
seeking another land away from his memories and shadows.
