Literary: Requiem

The ravishing composition which had remained undone;
Was originally created to catch the heart of someone.
But as the notes were played in the goddess’ instrument,
Soothing sentiment was replaced by torment


Hearing the serene makes one man bleed.
It’s like a sharp-edge sword, which death it just might lead;
Being entrapped in the measure, notes sucking thy heart;
A hymn which is death’s art.

Anguish echoed as it plays continuously
Besmirching names like endless folly,
Death is approaching, oh so madly!
Alas! Requiem is starting; it’s the reaper’s melody.