No sweet songs tonight,
Wail upon this stage.
Jarring chants of
Thievery and decievery,
And the award goes to...
The measured, orchestrated
Performance by a minstrel,
For "Icebox Masquerading as Flame",
A tune want of harmony and humanity,
One which has transposed
The sweet soprano song
That had dwelt within me,
To a hollow, sepulchral dirge,
Of weeping, of lamenting
as my sickened heart searches for lyric,
Finding only double-tongued dissonance,
And grating, metallic sounds.
the poet's pen...gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name ~ Shakespeare
[This message has been edited by warmhrt (edited 05-24-2000).]