Or, Saavedro's Song

A sound of silent suffering

Rings faintly in my ears –

The sound of painful memories

And all my darkest fears.

A bitter song, so dark and strong,

Of all the times I've bled,

Of shattered hopes, of desperate dreams;

Of tears that I have shed.


A sound like distant drumming

So clearly fills my head –

A broken, maddening rhythm

That fills my soul with dread.

Dark voices mix with terror as

I've never felt before;

The feverish rhythm takes me,

And I feel nothing more.