Is this what cruel Destiny plays
Upon her harp of evil strings;
No sweet sun’s rays, no happy days–
‘Tis a song the blackest night brings.
The latest tune–my what a work!–
An ever-growing starlight hope
E’en the lost could not try to shirk,
Cozening notes on upward slope.
Then roars finale’s raucous BOOM,
Dissolving starlight into ash,
Revealing the true face of doom,
Thwarting the heart with murderous gash.
This painful piece writ in blood cries,
This is the sound when Thunder dies!