Thought 13-The Rythym of Love

At the beginning and end there was silence,

an old heart thumping in it's grave

The beat was soft as the calm winds,

as it's melody ran over the plains

It washed through the heart of the people,

their pain drifting away

It was a legend as well as a truth,

known as much as yesterday

Everyday it would sing to the people,

And in the end bring heartbreak

The swift empty rythm that crept in,

would leave their body to ache

And as the light drifted from the horizon,

I could see my last and true end

The devil smiled at me kindly,

He said goodbye my friend