On one very cold and lonesome night,
When ebony engulfed every bit of light,
And the silence was enough to leave behind
Tears unheard in a deafened mind.
Bound by an emotionless tangle of words
With no way to express the love or hurt;
How a heart leaps and pounds in gladness
Or weeps and bleeds with the thought of sadness.
What could break this endless labyrinth of black,
That swallows even the boldest of man that would lack
The ability to produce some kind of sound
That could guide, or hinder, conditions profound?
Something so rich, that even kings would kneel
In the presences of this striking thing that would steal
The breath