The geyser of power she echoed through our ears.
It swiveled and locked our heads in position.
Drawing us to the epic each vibration dare told.
We were harpooned by the notes she shot out at us.
Not long later, reeled in like fish, we stood just above her knees.
She stood atop the saddest grey, beholding the most prestine rock.
The beauty that she resonated through us
soon gripped us.
Pulling out our fear with her voice as she soon began to wail.
The face of Famine soon dropped like a curtain replacing ours.
Her gaze turned from the dull, gloomy sky to us.
With the glare of her eyes and the sickness of her voice.
We dissipated into the next life equipped with nothing but fear.