The Tempest of Woe

 Through the chilly tempest of woe,

Floats through, in misery, an unloved swallow.

To jewels, his kin once weighed him equal,

Now banished & shivering, he wallows.

He soared through the open skies galore,

Claiming them his own,

Tragedy doth come, with blood and gore,

Ravaged were the seeds once sown.

The frost bloodied & pierced every tick of the clock,

With horrors & emptiness, he came to terms,

As he floated downstream to an agonizing stop,

He stained the snow red, fell to the worms.

That unloved swallow.