From the chasm of night
She strums away
The purest of her anguish
Spilled
Into the cold and brooding dark

A sorrowful ballad
Glides along the evening wisp
As the paralyzed earth
Is taken with sleep
Adrift and unknowing
Blissfully far away

Her hushed lamenting
Is left to stir alone
To aimlessly sway
Softly pluming
Unguided, honest and full

She soothes the panic
Of the troubled and unaware
Smoothing the vast ranges
That jut with villainous pride