It could be faintly heard in the early years
Such beauty it was unimaginable what it
Stood for as its notes past into white noise.

Its rhyme of thought would engulf some in
Coming fear. like wilted flowers they fell into
Themselves unsure of what was indeed heard.

Like the lady of the lake, calling to those enticing
Those of open thought to the shallow waters then
Would pull them under submerged in silence.

It would echo around halls and rooms where its
need was high, soothing the calling that would
Grasp a last breath expending last notes in rhyme.

The song of death was awoken with the first breath
Of life, but would finish upon a last breath.
Soothing all to that place with each softening note.