Eerie psalms ***** a trill down my neck Words are absent but the definition is lucid My body is hypnotized to follow the call But my mind is a statue to the manipulation
Until I hear the harp of an angel conjoined with the choir of sirens The like of which has never touched Earth blanketing my ear with its ******* song
All that I have lived does not compare And I would end it all or begin a new just to hear this harp forever in time The harp that has given me new life
It speaks to me for I appreciate it's mastery I do not resist for it only wishes good And it continues to play with only one request I must invite myself into the cave
-Narrator
Poetic entry number 1 of my project "Oh! In the Cave there's Comedy"