Concerto at the Necropolis
Tortured hearts singing softly
Steadily breaking in tune
Soulless strings playing off beat
Shattered symbols loom
Rhythm reaches out for ears
Falling deaf on empty faces
A stone hearted audience
Held tight in artist’s graces
The conductor flailing hopeless
Blood swelling from his eyes
Rotting flesh flings from his wrists
The audience barely sighs
Drummers tapping gently
With what bones they could spare
Woodwinds groan in spray
Spouting dust in lack of air
Listen
Listen closely
And let the music die
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