Description
''Of bones that dance as night takes hold.
A skeleton with a violin in hand,
Its hollow ribcage, an orchestra grand.
With bony fingers on strings they play,
A haunting melody, night and day.
Notes resonate, through moonlit skies,
A symphony of secrets, no one denies.
In ancient halls, the echoes sound,
As the violin and bones astound.
With every bow and graceful sway,
The skeleton weaves a captivating display.
In moonbeams' glow, they find their trance,
The skeleton and its violin's dance.
With music, they unravel time,
A spectral performance, so sublime.
A lonesome figure with spectral grace,
The violinist haunts this sacred place.
Through ages past, their music's known,
A skeleton's serenade, in realms unknown.''
LORD 1/1s 2023.