Victoria Amelina

 

Victoria Amelina

Our Victoria, delightful nightingale of Kyiv! Your spirit has in mourning sprung,

In our souls, your line and verse, shall eternally dwell, in loving sadness strung.

With compassion in your heart, your strength and character, have finally flown,

Back to the woman in black, there with your sisters’ names, in the fields sown.

Gravely cried into the ground, that knows the pain of those, who have passed,

Hidden forever, behind griefs face, the sadness, that man has bravely masked.

Each fresh mound, adding to the long list of names, laid to rest, set row on row,

To face winters freezing bite, the solemn sound of the wind, and the old crow.

Who forever frightens, the birds away, standing guard, upon that patch of dirt,

For she alone knows, how each death was brought, the distress, and the hurt.

The terrible episodes that erased, the yet unwritten, chapters of young life,

The terrible crimes, that were committed, by the Orcs, and their awful strife.

Alas! Victoria Amelina, the brave heroine, we were fortunate to have known,

You spirit filled empty spaces, in our hearts, with the seeds, you have sown.

With the weight of your words, we all heard, the saddest songs, that you sung,

In mourning, Kyiv farewells, the sound of its nightingale, left in sorrow wrung!

When in spring, we hear again, the nightingale’s beautiful melodies of peace,

We will fondly remember you, as free Ukraine sings and dances in the streets.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (July 2023)