In sleep he sang to me
His voice echoing throughout my mind
Head, and ears

It was a voice
that could not be ignored
the haunting sounds of a tenor
hitting
notes
to high

for reason to deny
the odd acceptance only gained
by persuasion and
by spells
The magick of a singing voice
From Heaven, or from Hell?

Little Lotte thought
of many things
her imagination
one night
must have ran away
For she imagined
something so terrifying (beautiful)
it wouldn't go away (come)

It haunted her dreams
and memories
yet she accepted this
pleasent change
the voice would fill
her ears
and thoughts
like honey of the soul and flesh...

The voice now came
upon her
and took a pleasent form
her father promised
upon his death
he would send her
Little Lotte's
creation
her
Angel of Music...
Where did it go wrong?