The Violin

the violin was playing out in the corridor then a faint drawn out sound in walks in a passing fare maiden skin pale and fainting from the heat an exquisite bar was serving drinks down at the Prior Square experience a glance to the left you can see the scenic view of the ocean with seagulls remember me in times like these the pressing heart to a sweet homily there's power in a song as it hit the strings elps one get along sought after cadence do not be afraid of a vision for it will teach you of what is to become silently at night in my bed I dream of a demonic presence taking me away and dropping me Breath deep through each attempt of extravagance yet at a glance it fades in the sunlight Brandished through the ivy dressed with a taste of salt pete sipping tea alone we stand erected to embrace its logical persuasion through the village gate best to comtemplate the given addage of brevity along with a glimpse of cadence At night the villagers get together for a dance to celebrate the order of the day pier long in the deep manifestation of an audience plagued with vast new ideals decor of decorated lavish attendees in the Prior Square holing hands times like these are but far in few between