The Shrill Maiden

Once there was a maiden with a shrill voice,
Whose singing angered the sky.
He struck her with winds and stones,
Yet she sung regardless.
He drowned her voice with rain,
Yet still she was not silenced.
Finally, he stood before her,
And gutted her with a long, silver knife.
As she perished, she bowed,
And all around her exploded applause.
"To live in this world is to perform for it", said the Applause

Written Feb '08

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