Poetry For The Dark Minds

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So, guys. What I decided to do is write a book of poetry little by little. I'm going to write one poem, edit it, post it, and then do that every once in a while in here as a different part. So here it is, the first poem. Bare with it, my poetry skill will get better as I go. 

You play the fiddle

In a strange, dark room

Nothing but silence at first

Until you play the way

In the murder’s café

The killers tap their feet

As they hear the bow

Rub against the strings

That spool from the victim’s skin.

And sings their screams

With a swipe of the bow

Isn’t this supposed to be full of woe?

Then why do they feast like kings?

And dance with wings?

You realize,

The Murder’s Café,

 is in the heart of hell.

But you make it well,

 with your killer’s fiddle.

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