A/N: The violin needs some love too, even if this is super-angsty...the rhyme is 'In Marble Walls'.
In Haunted Walls
In haunted walls plastered with white,
Lined with paper printed dark as night,
Within a flat of abandoned clutter,
Lies a violin that does not mutter.
No fingers are left to pluck at the strings,
So the instrument no longer sings.
