The Final Call

Weak and alone at the lakeside His sad eyes look up to the sky They see the dark eternal night And he lets forth his wistful cry The haunting sound of farewell Born from deep within his heart Drifts through the waiting forest It tells her that he’ll soon depart She hears the sombre serenade Softly echoing through the trees In remembrance of perfect love As it floats on the balmy breeze His plaintive song grows weaker Her eyes are dimmed in dismay Silence now pervades the forest The swan’s final call fades away