A Last Note
Just to warn anyone who reading this I do NOT claim to be a poet. Nothing in
here rhymes or anything. Just some crap I wrote. I know the devil thing is a bit
over used. Oh and if someone could tell me the form of this I would thank you. I
feel a bit moronic putting down I don't know.
So very long ago
I made and played the angels suffering
So very long ago
I stole the souls
Their bones did make the body's gruesome tune
The strings were made of love ended to soon
I could I make it sing
I made that damned angel scream for me
So very long ago
I did play the sins of old
So many broken played to death
No one made me feel inept
No, no they could not end the way I played
The scream of murder done
Sweeps telling of harmful love
Oh how I played
Taps telling of the death march
Rhythm of a mothers tears
To her, her daughter was so dear
The plinks of the blood drops
Yet someone always clapped for me
Down below beneath my feet
So very long ago
The devil clapped the earth would shake
The daemons foot would tap and damned men would cry
Down below beneath my feet
As it goes I did find the end for my long bloody road
Entering the place unclean the people beaten they'd heard of me
She sat in the corner
I shook with rage, it been so long since I heard her play
Been so long since I buried her face
She played
I could feel the woes I made undone every love and a mother's touch
The notes sang of an angel free, forgiving me
Oh a corrupt broken man did cry
They sang of trust unbroken
They sang of blood un spilled
Souls unchained
The strings sang so sweet
The strings of misery broke as the happiness in the playing twisted me
Make it stop
That happiness was the greatest cruelty
I stood once more
MY angel screamed
Its pain unleashed I played long into the night
She ended me
Her harp changed every scream
To a lover's lust
And every tap to the sound of beating a heart
The sweep to the sounds of celebration
Make it stop
My fingers grew tired my hands cold
I had made my misery others to long
One last act
The bell toll
The last waltz and the fiddlers price
The price for putting me below
My fiery home
The devil still claps
My angel still screams
But now she also weeps
And her harp lies silent
So long ago
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