Crackling Flames Post-Laced

The treble cleft of the Bass Guitar,

music drives,

the acoustic plays in the star.

The tar of black,

a midnight spark ignited par,

the words in lyrics speak!!

The badge is sworn,

to a thorn,

the prickly may be cope.

The loaded gun,

the shot of stun,

the written talk triggered brought.

The invitation sealed sent,

a letter tones the type did loan,

the venue of the bone,

a light without a hope!!

A person,

the depth in made,

the sound was leveled by the personal reveal,

nothing gained only healed!!

A string quartet,

the kite in met,

the thread became,

the blue in vain.

Voices work in spoken-verse,

the singing of a lane,

speeding to the move in game,

the check of watch demise.

The tempo of a metronome,

the click to post is heard,

the ripping off of all,

made easy by the fall.

Treasure chest Pandora's mess,

the singer of a day,

the lilt of Albatross does play,

the Alto's rouge in say.

The sword revealed a shield is real,

the drums of keep,

beat the seat,

a chilly freeze to meet.

A lovely piece in riddle steeps,

the choir breezed,

made easy feat,

to take and never deed the....bleep!!

The New Age of disbelief,

the strike of only xylophone leaps,

to set the tambourines to team,

as absolute in rythmed brings,

that paradox of an orchestra's score,

is only important to whom does roar!!