The Song of One

By: Greg Scaffidi

Before the gift of fire,

Before stars were made,

There lived a cosmic choir,

Who helped the scars to fade.

Their song drove hate away,

And vanquished every fear.

It cleared the minds of those that stray

And made sure that all would hear.

Life was quiet, in order

And the song continued to grow,

Created from the mortar,

That came from down bellow.

Once, one was found

Whose song was bright.

His soul carried sound,

His mind created might.

This one could sing with power

And sing endlessly loud.

When he sang he seemed to tower

Over the rest in his crowd.

His people loved his voice

And so he joined the choir.

It was then he made his choice

To sing the song that brought the fire.

Once he began to sing

Even the choir stopped to hear

What the sacred song would bring,

The greatest joy or darkest tear.

The song consumed his power,

It wouldn't let him cease.

The choir began to cower,

And so started the end of peace.

The choir sung so proud

And the people stopped to listen,

But the one sang so loud

And his eyes seemed to glisten.

The choir gave their all,

But the people couldn't hear.

They were deafened by the call

Of the one whose voice brought fear.

The choir's song had died

And the people couldn't hear

The weep of the one who cried,

The one who killed their cheer.