Necral Bird

I hear the song of the necral bird.
I hear the sad tune and know the pain.
I too wish to sing
but in my mind
I find no song dark enough to sing.

Even when my stars shines
I find my voice has stayed,
stayed behind with the necral bird,
to sing with him
his bitter sweet song.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another old poem.

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