The Silent King Of Songs

Silently walking through the night,
Unhaunted by screams of fright.
Quiet steps on the ground,
Aimlessly walking around.

screams piercing through the night,
His men have lost the fight.
Going on without a though,
his mind is blank,the war fought.

Tired eyes look for him,
finding him as he sings.
Gentle melodies floating through the darkness,
resting in the heart of the lifeless.

He walks through the open fields,
tired and spent he feels.
Its time to once again meet his lover,
She waits for him in the lands of the maker.

He tells his men to lay down their arms,
to leave him alone with his songs.
They hear him sing loud and clear into the dark,
They bow their heads as he, for her,departs.