A melody

This melody remains.

A sweet and lonely melody,

Glamorous through this night,

Its lust and beauty shine on through,

The ever perilous fight,

A wicked storm tosses ashes of bodies,

Winds of killing velocity,

The evil form of which it embodies,

A creature of such great ferocity,

This being of true and complete despair,

Though its destruction might be unfair,

The song of which it shall not tear,

Sings on with all its maiden fare.

Author's Note

I'm a young writer (15) so any comments would be much appreciated.