I saw the black skies up ahead,
but hoped they’d clear as I approached.
I hoped they’d clear as I approached.
I saw those black skies up ahead.
And from the distance I felt dread.
The dark wouldn’t yield to my reproach.
I saw those black skies up ahead,
but hoped they’d clear as I approached.
The ebon clouds began to spread.
Into my mind they did encroach,
and on my bliss began to poach
until something monstrous was bred.
I saw the black skies up ahead,
but hoped they’d clear as I approached.
I hoped they’d clear as I approached.
I saw those black skies up ahead.
It occurs to me that classic blues lyrics follow a similar pattern. Or is it gospel? Or both? I dunno but I really enjoyed that one. Nice work. And I dig it when I come across a word I don’t know, like “ebon”. Thanks.
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Maybe so. I don’t know much about music but I know the Rondeau poetic form was linked to a [French — circa 14th century] musical style. And from there what subsequent music styles might have been influenced is beyond me.
Thanks.
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