The Devil's Trill

Climbing the scale
Of everlasting Darkness
The music haunts the dreams at night
Of purity and light.

Corrupted by the Devil himself
The bow begins to play
Prying and plucking the strings of Chaos
Creating beautiful music that makes
The soul dance away.

Enchanted by the notes
One by one, growing higher and faster
Faster and higher...
Until the light has all faded to black
And the audience has vanished...

Master at the verging scale
He throws himself into the bliss
To hear his wonderous song
It just overpower the wails
of the ghostly silence of the audience

He stands alone, taking his bow
but the encore has just begun.