La Musica

The sound of Claire De Lune fills my senses, seeping into the shattered remains of a worn and tired soul. A melodic venue of the rising moon and starry sky paints dark colors into my mind, sending waves of remorse for the days of old violently into my mind. The crescendo of the keys, followed by the tiny staccato plucks bring such warmth, and such icy sorrow, playing along with it. For so long as this melody doth ring in ,y ears, I too shall feel.

Day Z

Such nonsense.