Ode to a Rhapsody

in true life there is no such thing as the only one that can bring sanity, for as notes ring death it does bring and can it only sing a message of sorrow. slowly, in agonizing wait and breath comes suspicion of end and lies and death comes the eye in all seeing power and croons the lullaby of sweet silent thoughts. through that window we see all that once was and see thus what is ‘ready seen. laughing in stretched tune of voice, it screams of blood and acid and choice and faster becomes that tempo to pluck at our strings like a harp to play we are, for that tune to move us so. slowly now is that rhythm of live epitome, profanity, strife hark dear child the music soft, humming from voices afar escape the ensnaring revolting sound of the traps laid bare in feel obut see such golden gilds of then, again we might hear those moans. Orpheus plays. and so the trees bend and flowers bloom bloom, yes, for now for quickly comes the dark shadow steals that heat from there behold the stars so bright in fiery gazes down t’ward th’earth from Hera soft soft softer the singing... and gone.