A swan soars in the sky
Silently on silken wings
Purity in perfect prose
Glistening, gliding
Soaring in stealth
Beloved, blessed beauty
An angelic avian
She plys the skies
In search of souls
Lost spirits lament
Their sighs are spent
She hears their cries
Like bells in belfries
Lo a freighter's foghorn
The mournful moans
Through misty murk
Ere carillon carried
They keep her course
Giving guidance gladly
Helping her find the way
On her final foray
She vents no voice
No songs to be sung
Her quest is quietly kept
With no sounds in silence
No distractions dinning
Heeding perished prayers
Vespers of vindication
A swan soars in the sky
Silently with silken wings
Purity in perfect prose
Glistening, gliding
Soaring in stealth
Beloved, blessed beauty
An angelic avian