There sits a box most profound
In a Museum
In the center of town
Such is its present resting place
Having arrived after many owners
Met their fates…
The simplest of gifts
Its beauty is grand
Hidden within the beauty
Lay ones end
For every soul that has owned this box
Has died shortly after listening to it
The sound is said
To be the most beautiful of tunes
One you’ll never forget
It is rumored to be a mix of the voices of the deceased
The souls trapped within the music box
Forced to sing eternally.
The box warping its tune to will the sound it wishes
An angelic harmony to some
Regardless of the sound that comes
It is considered to be most magnificent!
How do we know
You ask?
The journal of one of its owners long since passed
She speaks of the beauty she heard
Followed by the realization
The impending dread
She said it was:
The most beautiful sound
One that beckoned you to comfort
To the idea
That very soon
…You’d meet Death…
Another soul had written in a note just before his death:
I’ve heard the song of Angels
It speaks of my end
Yet,
It is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard
Or…
…Will ever hear again…
There is a number
That sits on the top
Of this most interesting music box
The number currently reads 1,000,002
The number is speculated to be
The number of souls
…Collected…
So, while you are free to visit its present resting place
To see the many fascinating things within
The box is kept behind a piece of glass
No one being allowed
To listen to the boxes music
…Again…
-The Music Box-
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