The fiddle gently pulls him under,
The cozy sounds of distant thunder.
He is but a fool.
Seduced by notes from in the sea,
As tears to widow’s misery.
Depths of sorrow beyond the tree,
A place where sun and sky can’t see.
Empty in himself.
The centre of the broken clock,
Where time is lost, but never stops.
He hears the devil play each note,
The strings of death that pull and choke.
He eagerly descends.
Seduction pure, true, unfair,
In prison now with body bare.
Evil thoughts and evil deeds,
He throws his coins at Devil’s feet.
Darkened is his heart.
He’ll play until the final dawn,
The final day when comfort’s gone.
Written by Randall Evans (while listening to Edvard Grieg).
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A very good one.🌸
We all yearn for an escapade from all evil within us.
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