The Fall

“Farewell!” a cry rose through the gale

On wings that made the mountains wail

And canyons shake with echoed shrill,

Leaping like flame from hill to hill.

“Farewell!” that cry tore through the clouds,

Rending the sky like mourning shrouds.

A shattered thunder-bolt of pain

Which voiced to never cry again.

“Farewell!” the final cry he gave

And forfeiting, also forgave.

His cursèd kindred’s life to save

He let go life and took the grave.

“Farewell!” that last long cry I heard

Shivered my bones. The final word

Faded as he vanished below.

My anguishes answer echoed “NO!”