Violinist of the battlefield

The music will not stop playing until they find peace once more

Deep in the the fields, lies an old battlefield from a war from long ago
A place were no man nor beast dare to tread in fear of waking the dead.
Though the remains of those fought that day have since fade away.
Their weapons became their key stones and their armor their graves.
By the day it was nothing nothing but silence.
But when the sunset and the night came their spirits rose from their graves.
They began to fight one another as they did when they were alive.
Their reason and purpose all but forgotten and fighting is that they knew.
Their warcries and wails would make the bravest men cower in fear.
They no matter how they tried none of them could and continued to fight.
When the fight was the fiercest there came violinist who began to play a magnificent tune.
All the spirits stopped their fighting and began to be entranced with his tune.
one asked if he be friend or foe he simply replied I’m just here to just play a tune.
The music that he played made all spirits dance to its harmonious tune.
Oh they danced and they danced, they danced the night away.
Their warcries and wails turned to joyful cheers and hurray’s.
Oh they danced and they danced the night away.
Fear and hatred turn to peace and joy.
The violinist played with compassion and determination as he played the night away
Oh they danced and they danced, they danced the night away.
They danced as if they were alive again.
When the sun came up again the spirits went back to their graves once again.
They would continue their battle once the sunset the next day.
But the violinist wouldn’t have it that way and came to play for them every night.
Oh they dance and they danced, they danced the night away.
Their pain and suffering all but washed away.
Oh they danced and they danced, they danced the night away.
They finally had found some peace in their otherworldly state.
Years past and violinist would play to the spirits every night.
Through rain and snow he never missed a beat.
His music and skill got better every year as played throughout the night.
Oh they danced and they danced, they danced the night away.
The spirits soon began to remember him fondly as time went.
He vowed that he woundn’t stop playing til they passed on no matter how long it takes.
Oh they danced and they danced, they danced the night away.
Then one the violinist never came one fateful night.
The spirits thought he had all but given up on them began their endless battle once more.
Then they heard a familiar tune and in surprise they gazed upon the violinist’s ghost.
They asked his ghost why he was here and why not on the other side.
He simply replied that he was here to play a tune and to fulfill a vow he made.
He once more play his violin and the spirits danced once more.
Oh they dance and they danced, they danced the night away.
They dance till one day they find their way to the other side.
The violinist doesn’t mind at all how long it takes and continues to play to this day.
Playing his tune so the spirits could dance throughout the night.
To dance and dance, to dance the night away.