Words Much Like Poetry

haaa ha a ha a ha a haa haaa ha a ha a ha a haa ... up and down the street at Ashmol, just before the midnight toll, her face pale, in her long flowing shroud, this night in the sky is nay a cloud, her deathly eyes cast up to heaven, this year of our Lord, 1737. haaa ha a ha a ha a haa haaa ha a ha a ha a haa ... she hums to her master Luthier Stradiv, a sad dirge of the messiah on Christmas eve, in the moonlight with a graceful stride, dances the widow who was Luthier's bride, tears like a river flow down her cheek, the dark of death lends an eerie streak. haaa ha a ha a ha a haa haaa ha a ha a ha a haa ... in sombre notes is the music into the night, as the messiah strums the " Song of the light " to those who see her, shrouded in grief, and beg the heavens to grant her relief, as she cries for the last time; again ne'er, in Ashmol the messiah's prison lies forever. haaa ha a ha a ha a haa haaa ha a ha a ha a haa .. goes the tune to the messiah's dirge . ---...