A persistent sound attracts to me,
organic in revelry, eerily attaching
With each step, volume shakes and treble punches,
guitars are the first upon the scene,
a pitter-patter, hum-drumming of a creeping tune,
its beat expires, then renews,
joined by drums and then by symbol, shriek and violent boom,
Finally, the piercing bass arrives,
force-feeding adrenaline through ill-equiped veins,
quicken and it shall too,
into a chilling, sudden flash of chasing inquisition,
heartbeats explode in silent deprivation,
from the steady flow of racing blood
to the shallow breathing-
paced tenuously throughout the lungs,
Crescendo to diminuendo to crescendo again
This internal melody is haunting in all it's many ways,
unearthing nostalgia from the childhood,
where a refusal to listen reigned above,
Soundtrack and soul have merged,
to where the language of song flourishes its deadly plumes,
entrenching its very coils deep within tissue, pliable to mold
Upon ascension the senses quiver
then swell,
like thunder issuing warning,
prior to lightning strike,
A Black Metal opera shadows-encloaks
protecting, attracting, the flesh
from all things unknown
Stu McPherson is hosting Poetics over at D'Verse tonight and has issued a musical decree. I've written many different pieces about music and song over the years. From what I've read so far, there are many directions one could go with this prompt. I thought about going the route where you list the names and or song titles of artists, which I've done a few of, but after reading Claudia's piece today, who took the prompt in a way I hadn't considered before, I thought I'd go in a different direction myself. And so, there's the backstory for why I chose this particular piece, which appropriately enough, tonight, is being raised from the archives to sing it's metal song once more.
