The Final Melody

Crisp as the call to haven god bound beauty, thou shouted in rhythmic stutters a solemn oath of eternal damnation.

High in the peaks of polished floors and stable roofs, the swallow sang over the conducted tune.

For God continued pacing upon moonlit clouds of crimson and in the final blow of the worlds hollow cry, it bellowed over 'To beauty a fool lay a life, but to life a beauty lay dead!'.

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