Song of Swan

Jules MC

Moored to land forgotten

All but me begone.

All but the remains of those begotten

As I pray for the song of swan.

Maw the rope not yet rotten

So you take me at dawn.

I’m afraid I’m misbegotten…

Son of someone long foregone.

When will I be gone?

Across the ocean, place bygone

For I don’t think I can bear on

But this is something that must go on…

I only pray for the song of swan,

And for the curtains to finally be drawn.

Jules Mur