Music Box

The slow-chiming
Sweet-melodic timing
And as I sit,
All I hear- 'tis it
The simple-sound
'Tis all around!
So quietly it calls...
As my heart rises- falls

The second-floor
Behind the lockéd-door
In the house- I am alone
This truth- 'tis as stone
But the sound deceives me...
'Minds me of my bride-to-be!

6-years past
Still my mind doth last
To forget- we had so much
The thought of your belovéd touch

The Opera- you insisted to see
But the crowd did separate me...
As did burn the oh-so-panicked-throng
All I could hear- the melancholy-song
'Twas your funeral-day
6-years past- my mind does pay
And my discipline is no longer stern
My belovéd doth return!

The sealed-off room
Did hold my gloom
A pain that bled in tears
A pain so housed- all these years
But on this night
I could feel her light

The wooden-floor
Made my heart sore
I turned the tick- with-the-tock
Shut the door- sealed-the-lock

But now I hear the music there
As I creep up the lonely-stair
I feel you here- in me
As I reach down- for the key
The room- I could not alter
Think of change- my hand would falter
Think of my pain-stained heart- what to do
Soak it with your beauty through

The rusted-lock resisted my hand
The most-unused throughout the land
And with a slow-but-letting creak
Did appear a crack-to-peak
The sound- it filled my ears
And my eyes- their bloodied tears
Did see a sight- behold!

'Twas my wondrous Marigold!

Clothed-in-white
But alas- 'twas not right
She was there...
But- in the Devil's care
I clearly saw her fragile lace
But hers-'twas a twisted case
The burns- long since healed
A tragic fire- her fate sealed
Her hidden-sins has disfigured beauty's face
Dear God- she awaits my embrace!

6-years past
My mind- 'twould not last
Never forget- a sinful-lust
The Music Box- my belovéd- broken-trust