The Day of Laments

Our batteries ran out

We didn't bring the chargers

We hanged our electronic wings

and established the day of laments

We started the sequence

of the songs of laments

until at the end

your turn came

You rejected singing that way

You said your world was not rotten

You said you knew the song

that could make people want to fly

You punched us hard

as the hammer punch the ice

With your song with honey taste

you ruined our day of laments

©Kristy Rulebreaker