The Waltz by David Poore NOTE: This piece was inspired by Edgar Alan Poe's "The Bells" and is a tribute his work. Plink, plink, plink As the keys begin to clink With a clanking and a clunking And a planking and a plunking As it rises and it sinks And it grows and then it shrinks Moving always with a fury Urging, "hurry, hurry, hurry!" As the notes fly in a flurry The tune becoming blurry Losing all its rhyme Out of thought and out of time Ever pounding, pounding, pounding With the notes ever resounding Flying faster, faster, faster All inviting a disaster For both instrument and master Ever plinking, plinking, plinking As the keys are ever clinking Through the rising and the sinking Through the growing and the shrinking As the waltz continues playing With its madness never staying 'Till the sanity is fraying And the sounds are finally ended In the themes final re-saying Leaving now only the shrinking Of the soft and softer plinking As the final note is clinking And the soul is slowly sinking Down into a total nothingness Where demons now are drinking To the glory of the waltz, to the power of the waltz To the glory and the power of the waltz David Poore is currently a student working toward a degree in Creative Writing. He has previously published his poetry on a number of websites.
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