Chaos Poem by Thomas Ware

A discordant melody,
Chaos within music,
Reedy flutes and cracked drums,
No beat no rhythm,

Out-of-tune brass, twisted horns,
Grotesque lutes and harps,
Instruments without form,

No beautiful melody this,



Powerful nonetheless.
The dread music of the storm,
The dark sounds of night,
Seek discord, death death murder.
Jarring
Turning light into strange magics

Murder
Clashes
No sense no rhyme no reason
Kill
Hidden messages beneath a veneer of grim
CHAOS
You seek a pattern,
You find one, wait now it's gone,

Panic comes from what's almost there.
We Almost rhymes, but slightly off,
Almost a beat, hear a shrill destruction of hope.
Drives one
MAD
Fear this crazy power?
Extinguish?
No you can't it sustains life and all death