04-30-2016, 06:20 AM
Cantata
A devil was dancing to elegant tunes,
a moonlight sonata for one,
when over the strains of the soft violin
a beat bittersweet was begun.
The flames sighed and sickened, the dance lost its way,
the glow faded out of the skies,
the beat bittersweet played its siren song to
the devil with tears in its eyes.
The faded grey stars don't remember the song,
but tunelessly hum to the night;
the devil is gone but its footprints remain,
illumined by bittersweet light.
A devil was dancing to elegant tunes,
a moonlight sonata for one,
when over the strains of the soft violin
a beat bittersweet was begun.
The flames sighed and sickened, the dance lost its way,
the glow faded out of the skies,
the beat bittersweet played its siren song to
the devil with tears in its eyes.
The faded grey stars don't remember the song,
but tunelessly hum to the night;
the devil is gone but its footprints remain,
illumined by bittersweet light.
It could be worse