As he stands on the edge of a cliff
while playing the beautiful sound of a violin,
war rages down below,
with families being slaughtered in one blow.
He controls the war,
but inside his mind,
with the story that he plays on the instrument
that will forever live on.
He's aged, but yet he still plays
trying to diminish his internal fire.
People whisper about him decads after.
He is delicately chaotic
with a beautiful story of a delicate war