A Traveler's Mind labyrinth-Poetry - Defective Symphony

They love the sound

Sound of the waves as they move past the ringing of church bells

Ringing of the nearby lights

The echo of immeasurable bubbles coming in the distance

As they call out to their father

Their wings fluttering in the solar breeze

Father Loved Music

The music of the Beginning

The music of the End

The music his children made

The music he made…

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The First Child stood up to sing

His voice as ethereal as his appearance

Opening the gates to the future

Bringing hope to all those to be blessed by this beauty

Father was pleased

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The Second Child stood up to sing

His voice slow but powerful

Shaking the core of the others

Bringing weight to the void

As dust begins to gather and settle

Father was satisfied

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The Third Child stood up to sing

His voice playful and energetic

Showering life on all that remains

The emptiness now shined bright

Father was charmed

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The fourth child flew up to sing

His voice was…

Different

His voice as ethereal as the first but had an energy to it

After some time he developed more

The song became more rough and slow

As the void and light began to mingle with the dust

Soon the song repeated on the same note of

Polarity…

Father was vexed

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The children stopped singing as Father began to speak

“You are my songs, my music”

“And I love all three of you.”

After saying this, the fourth began to fall out of Father’s sight

His wings faded as the others looked on

The child had drifted down to the dust

He rose to find that his voice had gone

But he could still hear the others sing

As the dust began to shift around him

To form the lights,

The bubbles,

The dust with faces

Left alone in an absolute fixed melody

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With no way to sing and change

The child looks around to see the dust with only one color

Singing with perfect rhythm

In sway with the lights and Father

The child attempts to touch one dust to get his voice back

The dust began to swirl with different colors

Like a domino, the other dust began to change

The Symphony was broken

Father was dismayed

His music was…

Ruined

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Father blew the dust away to the void along with his child

The child tired and broken, laid with the dust

Until light shined and carried the dust with faces to the gates

The child with the last of his strength

Reached out his hand to his father and said

“Father?”

The Father then said with a down casted look

“You are defective.”

The light dissipated

The child let one tear slip into the void

As the night began to swallow him, he said

“The defective can’t be apart of the song.”

The void then swallowed him

Melting into one

In the form of black wings…

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