Our last poem for April, and I’m ending on a melancholy note with a chant poem from the prompt, Gentle Melody. Enjoy.
Gentle Melody
In the air of settling shadows,
the strains of sweet harmony drift
beside the burgeoning night
in the quiet place of gloaming
The soft melody of longing
sings of broken hearts and love
lost to the cruel fate of war
in the quiet place of gloaming
A voice ethereal, her forever call
to a lover on the low road home;
someday they’ll meet again
in the quiet place of gloaming
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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