AN: Forgive me, please forgive me! I went on a rant one day...and this is the product of that rant. It's a rather rambling poem; I have had to edit it quite a bit already to cut down on things that were completely offtopic or just didn't make sense at all. Even so, I am posting this because a few friends of mine liked it...as is my excuse for many things. PLEASE GIVE ME CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM! I, unlike many people I know, like it. Keep in mind that this rambles...quite a bit...and is somewhat hard to follow...I apologise but I hope that you like this anyway.
It's a tragedy that the people on this earth
Must always live with these
Iridescent, but unnatural
Lights
Shining from every corner
Of every room
In every house on the street
In daytime, it makes no difference
The sun's rays keep the creatures of day company
But at night
When the demons of the blackness should have freedom
To roam the streets
They are held back
By the dull lights on the street corners
Without the comforting darkness
The night beings cannot weave their magic
They wither
And die
The night sounds cannot appear while light retains sovereignty
The peaceful silence
Or the slight hum of something passing by
The last notes of an unhappy tune
Mourning for the loss of love
And for the constant emptiness
That comes with absolute solitude….
People passing by try to resist the tune
That begs for them to follow it
To leave the lights behind
And surrender to the darkness that beckons to them
Holding out its arms and kneeling down
In the ultimate gesture of supplication
It pleads with the common folk
To listen to its song
Most ignore it
All ignore it
Except for one
One curious speck of a person
Clad in all white
Innocent
Unknowing of the darkness of the world
She has woven herself a blanket of ignorance
And wraps it around herself tightly
Holding the cloth to her form desperately
Like she does with the thin wool she carries now
She is wandering in search of warmth
And comfort from the cold
And has been unable to find any
Until now
She is entranced by the music
Follows it
It leads her down dark passageways
Alleys
Where lights are dim
She is frightened by the absence of the light
That she has known all of her life
With a gust of wind
All lights vanish
The girl holds back a cry
And bites back tears
The music continues, though
Giving her hope
And reason to carry on
She walks for time immeasurable
And finally reaches her destination
The source of the music of night
A figure
No more than a shadow
Most would walk right by him
And not notice he was there
But she saw
Even in her cloak of ignorance
She saw through the façade of darkness
And glimpsed the man behind it
The music stops
The figure slumps
Clutching the violin he had been playing
Desperately with one hand
The girl gasps
She whispers desperately for him to keep playing
For she feels as if the music has unlocked the key to her soul
Sheltered so long by the confines of the world of day.
The figure obliges
Bringing the violin to his chin
And playing a soft song
Devoid of the anger that it had contained before
Now sadness flowed from the notes
Longing
What for, the girl did not know
But she was content as she seated herself against the brick wall
And listened to the music.
At some point she closed her eyes
And could have sworn that the music continued
But a voice spoke to her that accompanied it
What did it say?
It told her
That it would be back someday
And that they would continue the song he had begun
For her
The voice sang a wordless song
But a song with so much meaning
And the beauty of the voice convinced the girl
To unclasp the ties of her ignorance
And open herself to life.
When she opened her eyes
The figure was gone
Over time
She forgot what she had experienced
Perhaps if she had
She would have been more understanding
Of the events of the future
That threatened to invade her life
Very soon