Beginnings find a way, Hollow tunes to the sound of thought. Clouds render themselves murky, Cleared by memories those thoughts once brought. Pain finds a way, Sharp tunes from the Devil's horn. Lightning and thunder run amok, Softened by memories the tunes have borne. The end finds a way, Only tune is the tune of silence. Structured devastation beyond belief, Memories, the beginning for new ends. Paths to past My first post..