Serene cadence of neo-noir
death of masterpiece velvet upon screen.
A story to unhinge the listening soul
but a wicked reflection almost unseen.
Such harrowing beauty
and sublime honesty
in fact purloined.
My heart breaks at such artistry.
I hear the solemn song of my existence
as laughter within a gilded purse.
Echoes ring in vault-like basements
filled with dusty reels, lies terse.
From the final tone of such betrayal
I set my body painfully, ruefully upon a value.
I give to the listening soul my song,
my art, which shall be all true.