Serenity dwells, the lives within,
The brilliance, quaint arise of sin.
The longest stage, a player told.
The ancient stories of the old.
Their words like music, from the harp,
Gently played, the only part.
And proverbs twist an open mind.
The cost and deep sought of sigh.
The beat its ache was not fortold,
Mistics of the slave thats sold.
And words shall sink into the deep.
As angels keep.