In the silence of night, as darkness took its hold,
A young musician played, his melodies so bold.
His music wove a spell, enchanting hearts in thrall,
But little did he know, shadows would soon befall.
At dawn’s first light, when hope should brightly gleam,
Betrayal lurked in shadows, like an unholy scheme.
His enemies disguised as friends, with treacherous grins,
Plotted his downfall, weaving webs of deceit within.
The symphony he played, echoed in the twilight haze,
As friendships turned to daggers, sharp as midnight glaze.
But his spirit rose defiant, fueled by melodies pure,
A beacon in the darkness, his talent set to endure.
With every strum and chord, he fought against the tide,
Igniting flames of passion, he would not be denied.
His dreams, like fiery embers, blazed within his soul,
For he was born to conquer, to rise and to control.
But envy seethed within those who could not comprehend,
The power of his music, the journey he would transcend.
They whispered silken lies, as he shaped his symphony,
Unaware of the darkness that they soon would set free.
As the sun kissed the horizon, unveiling morning hues,
Their nefarious plans unfolded, evil they would pursue.
Yet even in the gloom, a melody dared to rise,
Defiant notes of beauty, challenging their disguise.
But alas, fate followed its cruel and twisted guise,
And the young musician met an untimely demise.
Though his life was cut short, his music still prevails,
His spirit forever echoed in melodious tales.
In the darkness at dawn, where shadows often play,
We find the inspiration to follow dreams each day.
For though the enemies may come, with intentions ill,
The power of our music, our hearts, will surely still.
Let the darkness at dawn be a lesson we can learn,
To cherish those who love us and kindle passion’s burn.
And may the young musician, the hero of our rhyme,
Inspire us all to soar, like music, for all time.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Photo credit: Ilerioluwa (Mohbad). Continue to rest, Champ!
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 