Black LullabyeThe dreaded music begins. It sounds like drips in a dark cave, echoes, disturbed flocks of birds.Black Lullabye6 months ago in Scraps
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It sounds like corpses sitting on a Friday night front porch, cajoling the passersby to join them.
Like boots walking through mud, like a madman howling at the moon.
It sounds like the deepest, darkest well, with muffled pleas for rescue floating to the top.
Like quick decapitation, without time for a scream.
It sounds like a distant roar drawing nearer, a train gone off the tracks.
The music of the damned, building to a climax of bombs and screams.
Can you hear it, in the night, when the thick blood of darkness has coagulated?
Rising, falling, but never stopping for more than a few seconds of silence before beginning again.
Sinking ships under a starless sky.
Beggars in doorways dreaming murderous dreams, shifting, huddling against the cold.
Music of the endless night, sung without tongues, mindless, familiar.
Do you hear it?