Instrument of Heaven

 

In courts of kings,
Before chiefs of clans,
Once a maple beside a pensive pond,

Resonant through battles waged
In peace to play a gladder note
The agony of death assuaged.

Now the magic’s lingering air still travels
with the poet’s quote, in silver tones
of symphony the savage beast is smote.
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