Music Box Mayhem
In ages past when hope was spent and low,
All creation stood bound within its quiet repose.
Then did Reality burst in catastrophic light,
And quake the earth across the night.
A star descended from the vast beyond,
And bound the world in grief’s most tragic bond.
It stole the future in its greedy plight,
Yet wept in secret at the ruined sight.
With painted smiles it played a gentle part,
And strove to heal each broken, wounded heart.
Yet never found the words to seek amends.
Its guilt endured, a weight upon its soul,
Awaiting forgiveness from the world.
Wherefore to him whose destiny was reft,
It turned to mend the soul that it had left.
The Bereft was lost, struggling with his blight,
Yet the star became his new light.
Until at last the final end drew near,
And to eternity the star must steer.
In passing through the void it set things right,
Returning the future it had plight.
No soul recalled the star from that time on,
Save for the Bereft… whose longing was not gone.
Note: Music Box Mayhem was originally posted under my old account (SageofMusic). This is an official relaunch by the original author (Ekadash).