"Melody of Destruction"

The onset of destruction - the quiet before the storm
All merry and dark, it's all so weather worn
Her flesh, tattered and broken
Followed a heart, shattered, nothing spoken
Just blank empty spaces
Staring at blank empty faces
Wishing, yearning to be in blank empty places
Bludgeoned to death by a thousand bloody maces
Barren withing, a melancholy song plays
Lute and lyre, far-off, vague
The meoldy wafts through the deserted hall
A glowing song reflected in the brass palls