The Final Melody

The calamity of all evil

That covered the lands with corruption that ended in catastrophe

Bigger and larger than a mere destruction

It was the face of extermination but can it be?

A young violinist walked the land

His life hanging on the stings his violin had

Walking down on bloody rivers was not his plan

I'm telling you a story of a boy with a crushed dream

Surounded by people he wanted to play and make a stand

 He had to cover himself with a shawl

Because he was of color

That color was on him like a scar

Haters and racists everywhere he went

Always tailed and picked on him and this time he couldn't get far

With his beautiful melodies, he was an artist

Who was held captive chained with shackles from top to bottom in a cell in where they camped

A camp full of buffoons but he was the smartest

They were tough and brutal leaving his body with their burning stamp

At first, he had hope and faith

He fought them as he knew and could

But slowly, he melted like butter

Leaving him helpless and surrendered.

Scared and shaking, looking them with fear

one of them dug his knife into his eyes sockets

Just because he was looking at them with tears

Screaming in agony he fell down as they enjoyed and laughed at his suffering

Later on, he was nothing but a shadow

He lost his eyesight and his dignity and ever further than his dream

His skin darkened by the smoke making him look like a crow

Making him lose his passion, and well to carry on

They called upon him to play

but they had other plans for him once he gets up to play

To them, he was only a slave, who was blind and powerless

They found an old violin

Forced into his hands to play a tune

His frail hands tremble

And in the depths of his agony resembles

Violine on his chin fits

He plays, without eyes

From the empty eye pits

No tears fall as he cries

With his eyes taken

It felt like he was in a dream

Old memories are awaken

Like he is out of it it seems.

The one who took the eyes started to sing

The stench of death following his breath

Like a beast, sharp claws and bloody fangs

He sings of blood and death

Growing tired of the torture and humiliation

Every day it gets worse

Awful and terrible

He desired death, and death came

He didn't wish to be spared

He didn't beg for mercy

The evil man took aim

Fired at him, brutally with no remorse

and no shame

He fell down by his violin

Having his blessed end that finally came

Suddenly, a miracle happened,

A miracle happened to the fallen one

He saw his final sunset just like how he imagined

And to the Heaven, his soul and his violin have gone

And that was his final Melody.

Reviews

[Farhan Shaikh]

music does what anything else fails to...very good work Joey..

[Joey Nizz]

Well said I agree with you.

Thank you :)

[Najam Us Saher]

Now I know how musicians get lost and play the music that touches the heart of others, they play their heart and soul out. I liked the descriptive journey of this tale.

[Joey Nizz]

Thank you very much, im glad you liked and understood the tale :)

[Najam Us Saher]

You're always welcome :)