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// The Mourning of the Nightingale (ballade) 
// Story: Lyra vs. Goldfish 
// by Corejo 
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I hear the mourning of the nightingale.
A song for silent sentinels incensed
Above the lensed and lensless eye that grips
The listless, stony shackle in the sky.

The heavens wheel their solemn dirges, pale;
Her family firm laments the firmament’s
Lacuna. Stellar tears, eclipsed, eclipse
The listless, stony shackle in the sky.

Orion yet commands I fly; he flails,
He raves Celestial doom—demands, relents
To nothing.  She had sought apocalypse,
The listless, stony shackle in the sky.

I failed. I turned my back, I watched her die,
The listless, stony shackle in the sky.