Your music plays to slaughter inspire
The image beguiles my mind
Affirming delusive hopes afire
A serenade of  indifference find

Hymns of sadness from your tongue
Convincing love's a nil
Passion's piercing songs unsung
It's emptiness can't fill

How does one appease this crave?
Only to sing swans in the astral
For this mangled heart's a slave
To dance in rhythms of a minstrel