The man in black awaits me
With violin in one hand
And scythe like a ladder beside him
With mutual respect, a note is played
and then another, and another until finally
the result of any and every song or story;
The last thing you know of this life, the last impression she hands you
No matter how noble or poor
The unavoidable, most peaceful or most terrifying note known to every walk of man
Silence.
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Nonsense and Noise - A Collection of Poetry and Micro-fiction.
Cerita PendekWords unspoken, letters unsent. Odes to deep and dark December. A roller-coaster of a mad man's ramblings with nothing to his name but a pen, paper, and neon ink.
