Chained Melody

The haunting, crystalline music

Sweeps through the room on the wind.

Its chill carries itself, to the heart.

Shadows drift about the chamber,

Thinning forms singing

To the rhythm of the wind.

Bells and chimes

With meaning unknown to all

Except those who weave the song.

Possibly the dying cry of a wraith

Or the longing for a loved one.

Searching for what was lost,

Hopelessly kept away.

Their music in perfect time

To the lonely breeze,

Trilling forever their chorus,

Warning and enchanting

A warning to any who find a way to them.

Curtains sway in a ghostly dance

And walls transform

With each passing movement

To show scenes of despair on their surface.

Quick flashes of the causes

To their suffering.

Blood flowing,

Screams piercing through each melody

But always in harmony.

A constant pounding bringing memories

A ever present bass

Keeping time to their loss.

Each shade sings a different part

One hundred separate songs

All intertwining in perfection

Soprano and Tenor, Alto and Bass

Striking heavy, airy, downcast minor chords

All taken with destruction

Unaware of the finality of eternity, Kept in waiting

Confined to the melody

While the reminders of what took place

Play out on the walls forever.