Hallelujah

A baffled, broken king, played his violin,
Sang his lullaby, sang his hallelujah,
Unscathed new moon with the blanket of stars above,
Millions of fireflies jumping, each its own small star on earth,
Ephemeral, they rained, they sang, they lived to surpass stars,
The king played with dignity, watching them, hiding his scars,
Only left with his castle, and his garden of fireflies,
He glazed them into their eyes, for them to fall,
Lost, broken, alone, he led his little stars to challenge the moon,
He made the rain dance with winds, sun to bring in the dawn,
On top of his castle, he stood, with his hilt in his hand,
He watched the zenith appearing from distance,
Hugged his victory, hugged his violin,
He sang his hallelujah, he bid goodbye to the stars, to the fireflies,
Resonating was the world to his voice,
Moon clapped the stars away,
He bowed to the universe, bowed to his victory,
Hugged his enemy, caressed his cheeks,
The world was his, shattered winds, burned ashes,
Dulled fireflies, crushed dusted meteors, all fallen, and his knees week,
He pulled close his violin, he played his song,
Closing his eyes, he let a breath away singing his hallelujah,
As the dawn roared, his voice resonated inside the universe,
The stars cried, the fallen bodies cried, the wind sang his hallelujah