Dark Overture (poem)

The violin starts to play.
It moans with each sweeping pass
Of the dark, wooden bow.
Melancholy melodies meander
Through the darkness of the night.
Now a sullen voice fades in
With a beautifully woeful voice.
It sings of a lost love
Who has passed into the void.
My entire being swirls
In the emotions of this powerful dirge.
I can feel the dark energy surge
With each rising crescendo.
The violin starts to soar
As the end of this song nears.
The voice starts to fade away
And the violin starts to follow
As everything...
...fades...
...into darkness...

Originally published in The Binnacle in 1997.