Lycanwolf7

The string rattles From a low G, to its standard at E. Sliding my hand, to play a melody, Twitching my wrist, to form perfect harmony The metronome as it sways, Guiding my rhythm in which I play The strings, they work together. The can bring war, They can bring peace, They can bring your mind to it's knees. The sound still resonates Softer and softer, just as powerful The serenade comes to a close, Knowing its toll it has taken. These notes bring creation These notes bring destruction I'll play until these hands bleed.