THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE.
THOU APPEAREST IN MINE VISION A MOST SEDUCTIVE APPARATION...FROM WHENCE DIDST THOU COME TO FEED THE STARVING LOVE OF THIS BARD...THIS TELLER OF TALES...THIS WANDERING SOUL?
ART THOU AN ANGEL SENT FROM THE LEVELS OF HEAVEN TO QUIET THE DEMONS OF THIS LIFE THAT SCRATCH AND SNARL...THREATNING TO STEAL MY SANITY AWAY...MY INSANITY PRESSES AT THE WINDOWPANE OF MY BEING.
YOUR VOICE HAUNTS MINE THOUGHTS ON THIS COLD WINTER NIGHT...AS CLEAR AS THE BELLS OF A CHURCH IN A VILLAGE...AS CLEAR AS THE VOICE OF THE MUEZZIN AS HE CALLS TO PRAYER FROM HIS TOWER ON HIGH.
THY SKIN OF BROWN...TONES SO SOOTHING TO THESE TIRED EYES THAT HAVE SEEN SO MUCH DESTRUCTION IN THE NAME OF RIGHT.
WHAT WORDS CAN I SAY TO THEE THAT HAVE NOT BEEN SAID BEFORE?
FOR I KNOW OF A SURETY THAT THOU BEAUTY LIGHTS THE FIRES OF MEN THAT FLAMES IN THE KILN OF LIFE.
WHEN I THINKEST OF THOU I SEE DUSTY BOOKS IN A LIBRARY OF THE FUTURE THAT SPEAK OF LOVE IN SOFTLY SPOKEN TONES...TRANSITIONS THAT STAND THE TESTS OF TIME.
ITSEEMS THAT I HAVE SOUGHT THEE AS I WALKED ON LEAVES IN ANCIENT FORESTS...AS I STARED AT THE WAVES OF OCEANS FROM SANDY SHORES...AS LIVES CONTINUED PAST HEEDLESS OF THE EVIL THAT MEN DO...THE GOOD THAT MAN DOES.
AND WHAT SHALL I DO NOW THAT YOU ARE REVEALED TO I AND I SPEAK THESE WORDS IN THIS BROKEN TOUNGE?
MY HEART...
MY SOUL...
MY MUSE.
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