| In the night, I die once again, to the sound of the mourning violins. Sweetly, I am taken into the witching hour In a cry filled with starlight and tears. As the Moonlight Sonata is played backwards, all ill is reversed, all evil is undone. I am undone. I am released. I am ravenged by the violins, their strings slick with my blood. Play on. They're drawing down the moon, to cleanse all left behind with the sweet sweet music that saturates the dark. The witching hour lasts for days, and the smell of death perfumes the air. And I am the core of the rape. Play on. In the night, I become the swell of music from the greiving violin; the seductive serenade that poisons all the tainted. I am reversed. I am undone. I am oblivioin. Play on. -end (July 11th, 2001) |
| Savage Violin |