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