Song of Conscience

Song of Conscience ~

 

A story-

a trickling through the piano,

a euphoric tongue,

which licks a sailor's sore wounds,

a gentle balm to suffering,

or an impassioned orgy.

 

Yet-

 

A child's tormented cry,

was what the impure heart detected.

 

This note was the strongest noise,

The rush grew in passion,

and dripped through shuttered minds,

scalding the hearts of the darkened.

 

A heart suspended in ice,

was shocked back into life,

and kept the music's warm flow,

in its now reenergized . . .

 roaring pump.

 

The people below paused,

cocking their ears to its cry,

as their hearts bled pain,

as they listened to the tormented echoes,

sung through its music.

 

They stood, awed and entranced,

by the sounds of conscience,

listening to the notes of . . .

that black, midnight cadence,

as it spoke the words of-

a child's ghastly torment,

helpless to save the lost spirit,

from that quiet, dastardly song,

one which-

 to the untouched mind and heart would bring,

only grace -

but to them brought quiet echoes,

of their own past . . .

or the child they had been.

Reviews

[Zahra]

Amazing write, lovely flow and strongly written. 100/100

[Foxemerald]

I am so glad that you enjoyed it. Many thanks you for your kind words- my best wishes ~