The Musician's Pact Poem by john hardesty

Plucking strings, from an ancient instrument
invokes a chord of mysterious rhapsody,
conjure melodies of distant land,
an aria stirs about the lost decadence,
enigmatic canon resonates
through the lost fields of time,
this lost symphony revels
an old reprise from a lost reflection
of some forgotten troubadour,
the devil plays all instruments well,
spellbound, luring the concord,
for the blind always hear
better than the sense of sight,
for pitching runes
through the ear
always beckons
subtle death.