At the edge of the world
Cloaked in midnight’s embrace
Her fiddle in hand
Instrument of the fates

Sparks flame, in the sky
Brightly lighting her face
Preparing her song
In silence and grace

The sky above roars
With thunder’s keen wail
She draws the bow
A slow and somber tale

Each note a farewell
To all that is gone
Clouds swirling, ink-black
Hungry for dawn

Ashes dance in the wind
A mournful lament
As the world sinks deeper
Its dreams twisted, bent

The city lies sleeping
Beneath her dark spell
Held in her tune’s grasp
Wispered magic swell

Her fiery fiddle murmurs
Through the deep
Requiem for the world
Lulled into sleep