http://slow.writerscafe.org/Wayweaver The original writings of author C.W.D.L.G. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776334290 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Death Plays his ViolinTo draw us further, farther in.Happy, almost, in his arms,Finally, finally, free from harm.A soul laid bare before the night,So that that soul may take its flight.To grow its wings and be free of Sin,As Death plays his Violin.And as Death plays his Mortal Instrument, All b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wayweaver/1498425/ A poem about the difference in social class and inequality of people and the problems it can pose to society, but even if one lives above all others, one's reign always comes to an end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wayweaver/1497791/