Tune of the hearts
Two figures standing in a dark room.
Shaped by the little light that comes from the little window.
Pale skin and murderous eyes.
Graceful and elegant hands
strings giving away a beautiful tune
as the players fight against each other.
High pitched notes and a slow threatening cadence.
Waves crashing at the rocks
thunder and lightning playing a horrible game of light and sound
Dark clouds hiding the silvery moon.
Storms dancing on the nightly grounds, destroying unseen things
Taking lifes and destinies
Destroying hope and dreams.
A war of people and song of the hearts that have already stopped beating.
Death will take them away from us
Birth will give them to us.
Caring hands leaving a cold body
Caring hands holding a small figure.
Who will win and who will lose?
As the night goes on,
as the lightning and thunder keeps on playing,
as dark clouds keep the light away,
and as storms keep on dancing,
the musicians will keep on playing and fighting