Can you still sing?

• Sarray Jermyn, Grade 9
• Short Story
• 2004

A human seraph lies numb with cold heart,
Weeping inside pearly tears of an injured soul.
A rich, vibrant butterfly plucked of its wings.
Can you still sing of beautiful things?
It watches the shards of its broken hope,
Smashed & violated upon the floor,
As they reflect the shadows of despair.
Can you still sing of anything fair?
The veins of black destruction
Choking, toturing its heart,
Wringing out petals of golden joy that hid.
Can you still sing of anything splendid?
Can you still sing of an equisite world & open arms,
When many sing silent prayers to be saved?
Will you still sing as you look into their eyes?
Can you still sing?