• Cellos sing,
    Syrupy sweet
    Like dark chocolate
    Graceful and neat

    Their ebony tones
    Winding through depths
    Of melancholy suites'
    Slow, descending steps

    Contrasting sopranos
    With high, lilting tones,
    A cello croons soft
    Melodious hones

    Entrancing, enchanting
    All who venture near
    Piercing through hearts
    With sharp, silver spears

    Drowning, Engulfing
    Minds and souls
    In its dusky abyss,
    Its secrets untold

    Until
    All that is left
    Is a shadow,
    not of innocence,
    Death