Always when I rise to go, your eyes blaze out from a face gone wickedly pale. Edna St. Vincent Millay
I would not ever,
even in the wildness of revenge,
give poison to my enemy,
nor strike a dagger in his heart
But I would plant love,
burning, hopeless, unquenchable love,
love in the center of his heart
and bid him lie in the dark
Its called the Death Waltz, and was written as a joke but people have attempted it on piano.
Saxes move downstage.
SWEET JESUS CLICK THAT
Dear gods … Any other musicians in the house? Go ahead, click the link …