Dark and cold it was ...

Dark and cold it was

in that night of sorrow.

Alone he stands there,

the dark figure of a forsaken man.

In the sky above

a pale moon cries,

hidden by the dense fog,

from which nothing could be seen.

But all the old man needed,

was not the sight of the world,

but only the sweet song

that was from an angel.

Calm and beautiful it was,

the music of his violin.

Old and broken just like him,

but still standing in the dark.

For how long he was there,

he could not remember.

His deep, damp eyes

looked sad, full of grief.

Whispers and laughter could be heard

far away in the distance,

from a crowded tavern,

full of cold and evil faces.

His hand was getting tired,

no force was left in the old bones

and yet he was struggling to continue

the song of the lost hope.

A tear came from his blurry eyes

and ran down his wrinkled cheeks.

Plunged in the dying song,

he did not notice the shadow from behind.

And in the final moment

he felt a frozen hand on his,

gently helping him play again

the song of his escape.

A silent whisper came from the shadow:

- "Let it go."

and he felt safe once more

in Deaths embrace.

Reviews

[SyberRose]

A beautiful piece...nicely dark...Rose:)