Musician longs to reach the end
Of the song that's queer to understand
But he's in duty to proceed
Right in the heart of a nameless land
I think I know his name for sure
He's one who turns pain into awe
With all this magic from afar
That founds resemblance in my core
His flute like a sword; it cuts the air
With sounds of hideous nightmare
For all awoken demons here
Who hide behind the human's care
Who's never been near to the light
Intoxicated and defined.
We have to leave until they'll glow
Under the moon of a childish fright
Somehow musician found the trace
Of hidden demons in this place.
He's close to catch them as he can
They will not bear his embrace.
Musician
© Copyright: Мари Вальтер, 2023
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