The Bloody Instrument
The Instrument of life
By, TheDarkness
Note: During medieval times, there was a legend’ that when a swan dies, they sing a beautiful song with their dying breath. This has sense been forth known as,
“The Swan Song”
She plays her music of pain,
The instrument of choice her wrist,
A symphony of sounds are released,
Though the melody is hushed through clenched teeth
With every pull the music fades away,
Slowly the once lively instrument turns pale,
And her silver baton falls from limp hands.
He plays his music of life,
Though his symphony is different,
Instead of the sweet sting of the silver blade,
He chooses the loud bang of the bullet,
Clicking the last piece into place,
He puts his instrument to his head,
With a flash of light his instrument falls away,
The once clean room is now stained red
The aftermath is catastrophic,
For the conductors left before the show ended,
With heavy hearts the audience cleans the stage,
The melody they created is covered up,
And the music they loved is forgotten.
Together, yet so far apart,
Their symphonies briefly intertwine,
To create a melody unheard by human minds,
They part together, strangers on a lonely road,
Yet somehow they smile, for their peace is finally known,
For together,
They created their swan song.
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