thin elm
broken piano alone in a ballroom, forever out of tune, forever abandoned, and forever useless to those who come across it.
A broken melody lost to passing time.
Those who have forgotten its worth leave it there to rot
Its beautiful, haunting melodies will never be played again
it was once a gifted and majestic masterpiece.
I was once a gifted masterpiece, but I was thrown away when I was deemed useless and ordinary.
So here I lie in this broken-down ballroom, playing away at a rotted and bug-infested piano, an eternal dance of damnation thrown away as a child throws away its favorite doll after it gets another.
Playing a haunting tune that nobody will stop and listen to, but I still play.
I'll play till my fingers bleed.
FOR I AM SPECIAL
I REFUSE TO BE LOST TO TIME
MY NAME WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY.
A ballad of true, desperate determination.
knotty swan
