In that single moment
it was like the entire world's
eyes were turned towards her,
as her voice soared
through every atom of the air.
Bouncing from the tables,
reflecting back from glass windows,
which threaten to shatter
at the true beauty of the crescendo.
This is what it felt like to Famine,
for every other set of ears
it was like the sound of a million nails
being dragged down uncountable chalkboards,
whilst an infinite amount of monkeys
all produced the collective works of Shakespeare
on the clicking keys of rusty typewriters.
That is to say it was terrible.
A cacophonous racket,
until now unheard of on this earth,
or any of the countless earth-like planets
in the universe.
Deaths ears would have bled if he had them,
As it was, he had a terrible pain
running through his bones.
He killed the sound system
with a quick scythe swing.
"Thank fuck for that,
who told her she could sing?"
"It's karaoke, anyone gets a chance."
"Anyone?"
Death’s eyeholes lit up.
He had always seen himself
as a great bar room crooner.
Death took the mic,
The Blue Oyster Cult
Don't fear the reaper
starts to play through the speakers.
As the voice starts to slither
through the room,
Creeping doom mixed
with grim sounds.
Completely out of tune.
"Arrrggg my ears,
he is killing me"
War said,
head exploding from within.
War turned to the mic.
Something miraculous.
A beautiful, fragile voice
whispers
then builds
into rapturous chorus tones.
Blown away,
everybody stands still,
faces wide open, gaping mouths
ears attuned
listening to the vocal skill,
as it pulls you close then
goes for the kill.
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