Thank you, Sammi, for hosting this Weekend Writing Prompt.

The Last Song

A single voice throbs my ears

Maybe it’s the wind,

Whistling by the coves,

Maybe it’s the clouds,

Singing by the copse,

Maybe it’s the birds,

Maybe the cricket’s chirping.

I don’t know whose song it is,

My ears  are already dead.

All I know,

They sing of peace

The peace that had already left my head,

Living behind an empty cage,

Shivering with pain, shivering with rage,

As I lay dying in the copse.

There begins the song again.

Whispering in my ears.

My only peer

In this quiet, cold night.

It’s the stars, I guess,

Singing a eulogy for me.

(102 words)

Post Script

This is my first try in this contest. I am in quite a dark mood, so I am sorry to make it dark as well.