Song Of Lady Past Poem by Nicholas Abaddon

I hear music playing o'er yonder hill
From ancient Babylon sing the Sirens,
Am I mad or do I hear Lady Past beckoning to me?
Her sweet silky voice is oh so pure when she sings,
When she weeps for the gone old days.

when Rome towered over all,
She wept when she sang of the fall.
she sang beautifully of King Arthur,
and in great lamentation of his honorable death.
Still that voice sings so beautifully.

She sang of the Crusade,
and wept when the streets ran with blood.
She brought to life before my eyes,
Of the blood moral men spilled and tilled into the Earth's breast.

She smiled when she sang of the Enlightenment,
and wept when their dreams fell to conspiracy.
She sang like a harp being strummed by Aphrodite.

she sings of the old tales that once rang through the trees,
She sings of the times when creatures roamed the woods.
Now she weeps as she sings of this new and destructive beast,
Of the twisted and charred land with strips of grassy flesh torn away.
she sang of modern men, and she asked me one question, 'Why? '