Hell vs the violinist

“You can’t suppress us.”
“Yes, we can.”
Dirt slides into a hole leading where no man wants to go. One push & I fall into hell.


There was a ghostly beauty 2 Hell & the Ragnorak she caused
at the end of all things
I found serenity in destroying the Ancients.


Music, herself, weeped as the grand concert halls collapsed. A single violinist dared to stand against Hell. His bow sang her doom.


A chunk of plaster fell
he bore down on the strings
his song moved the earth
a stone hand extruded from the rubble 2 shelter him.


And that dear friends is how the age of wonder died. There he stands still, a vision in plaster, playing in silence there after.

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