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Musical Poetry…

Vicissitudes of The Count

A Truth was told by Light

In the Dark was the fight

He swore to love with all his might

But the frailty of mind brought his fright…

It shook his bones and turned him blue

The hatred grew so bitter and true

It burnt his wings as he flew

He now pressed his lips upon the dew

And contemplated what to do…

He sipped the sorrow of his blood

Then took his flesh made of mud

Roamed here and there for a rhyme

Closed his eyes and watched the Time…

Love returned and left him too

But a shell had cracked in two

Now a smile to look at you

He broke his heart for something True…

His last line was a rhyme

Before he slept to go and dine

And speak his peace

Before the Great Divine…