My head wields no song today no song to wake the dead My head wields no song today my shining bane be fed.
The feathered spirits sing today of peace and all be one My head wields no song today the questions make me numb.
The music keeps the thoughts at bay serenades them all to sleep but my head wields no song today they now commence their creep.
They creep up from all sides today their eyes burn through my brain their slimy claws grab hold today the blackness my sanity drain.
Their brown fangs in my ball of clay their poison swims in my veins Grey ball of clay captive today How long this siege be lain?
Paralyzed, defenses down the clay turns black with soot the demons have broken through today the seeds of doubt take root.

Insecure, the fortress falls destruction and rot in wake Yet far below, in black, a secret weapon here to take.
Up from the ash and through the smoke Euterpe, now, rise! Her luminous wings now spread wide song in mouth and fire in eyes.
Rage, melodious flames, today! Enchant, o song! blow deep Cleanse mind from this bane today Sing them all to sleep!

Marcio Bonilla