Fantasy in Purple

Beat the drums of tragedy for me.
Beat the drums of tragedy and death.
And let the choir sing a stormy song
To drown the rattle of my dying breath.

Beat the drums of tragedy for me,
And let the white violins whir thin and slow,
But blow one blaring trumpet note of sun
To go with me
                         to the darkness
                                                   where I go.

Credit

From The Weary Blues (Alfred A. Knopf, 1926) by Langston Hughes. This poem is in the public domain.