Let human voices rise—and shriller tones
To mark the times of danger from the skies:
Amid the harpers’ instruments and drums,
A low but sharp and penetrating hum
Accompanies what passes for a hymn,
And from one solitary golden throat
A sound, unearthly-pure in resonance
Out-paces even highest treble tones
To tell the hopeful, yet so tragic saga
That the chorus-leader has prescribed.
This is something of a “filk,” aiming to evoke a scene from Dragonsinger by Anne McCaffrey—which has been on my mind because the Harper Hall trilogy is the next item on my list of books everyone ought to read, so I’m supposed to be writing a quasi-review.
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