Stitches of euphoria permeate the air painting a tapestry
The eyes of the world weep with joyous relief
The roar of drums sculpt a monolithic melody
The hands of the world claw up in desperate glee
The muse of chaos spreads its wings of mercy
The soul of the world trembles in jubilant fear
Inspiration has its age
The quietus has its reign
It all started on an empty page
Elegy's Overture 