Poetry / Music Is The Victor

Music is the victor, I the victim,

It throbs within my heart like tribal drums,

Routs my will and razes me gradatim,

And causes, wreaks such pandemonium.

Why so silken-tongued, oh fairest damsel?

The world is echoing with clam’rous din,

I cannot hear the sounds of nature knell,

You captivate, prevent my list’ning in.

But when I stumble music seizes me,

And leads me o’er the ragged rumbly road,

Despite its prior actions, though obscene,

Its haunting lullaby relieves my load.

The thought of music’s lordship makes me sore,

Yet music reigns upon me evermore.

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