sarabande

oh, yes, i can hear it. quietly, behind the sound of the raid that has long but fallen upon me. echoing in this maze of debris and twisted metal that is the remains of our blasted world. it used to be warm and comfortable, but no longer. now it is cold, dark, empty. even the rain's gone. only the music remains. that music that announces the death incoming. the only thing left to know is, to whom is the music playing.