A moonlight sanata gone mad

Drop\'s on the ivory key\'s, a memory

flashe\'s before his eye\'s as the

music shows his pain, a woman\'s

voice is rememberd as he grits his

teeth in anger . the moon over

head atleast is reflecting off his

glass of age old wine. he

remembers how They draged her

away inthe night out of fear of

her kind he could do nothing but

watch as she faded away and the

flames danced around her flesh

the keys now quickining as the

tears flow more freely now a soft

wimper can be heard from him.it

is now early in the morning as her

face becomes more clear in his

head not knowing or thinking he

bangs the keys harder as the

melody becomes more emotional

as his verosity is more inept than

ever as his finger\'s start to bleed

from the harshenss of the way the

key board is being played. He

stands while he is till playing,

smiling, yes smiling he is no

longer sad because he know\'s he

will soon join his love in the eternal

bliss of death, the moon now fading

as the sun rises ,smoke comes

from him as he play\'s more

eratic he take\'s one last sip of that

wine and he bursts into flame

saying \"a toast to you my love with

a tear in my eye and blood

on my lips\" then he is gone never

more to exsit