Fiddle

Cobbles wet... fiddle weeps... Got a tune for cheap... real cheap... You look... strung out... With crippling doubt… I play... you pay... simple trade... ...in soul-coin made... Saw a face... cracked porcelain grace... Life etched lines... a weathered face... "Wipe it clean?"... Their whispered plea... Bow met string... with screeching glee... Skin snapped taut... a lovely sheen... Mirror shines... where lines had been... Coin clinked cold... a soul-callus sold... Now hungry eyes... devoir them whole... Scrape the fiddle strings A price for needful things I’ll play my tune to see what it brings What’s your appeal? Let’s make a deal Hear my fiddle squeal Found a wretch... chewing spite... Craved his neighbor's... perfect life...
"Wear his skin?"... A life lived right... Bow drew contracts... strings taut tight A screech... a shift... he wore their face...
Stole their bed, their name, their rightful place... Coin hit palm... with infernal grace... They returned… Knife in hand… To reclaim their space… Scrape the fiddle strings A price for needful things I’ll play my tune to see what it brings What’s your appeal? Let’s make a deal Hear my fiddle squeal A man caged... corruption and lies... Hope lost... condemned to die... "Seeking change?"... The imp's cold eyes... Bow drew hate... in discordant cries... Fury unchained... with vengeful hands... Tore the system down... on shifting sands... Coin clicked final... where “justice” stands... Blood soaked the earth... of the "righteous" lands...