Melancholy Ambiance.

 Play the violin slowly  
So saccharine sweet
Shift into my body with a melancholic beat
Rhythm so horribly stretched out in defeat
The singer takes the stage with thorns at her feet.

A mournful tune escapes from this woman
Swaying to and fro like a child in sorrow
Perfecting the horror that is tomorrow
Piercing the covers of those who now sleep
Forever eternal in an unkindly heap.

She falls to the floor with thorns in her knees
Crying out loud from the wind to the trees
"Forever is never, so beautiful it isn't!"
All seems to be lost in the drip of the resin
Down the old oak with the face of the Seven.

Here I shall stay till the sun hits the ground  
Listening to the Ambiance of how my heart sounds
Waiting for the day my body has drowned.