The samurai fight
Within the shadows they battle
The woman sings, a force of her own
The man speaks of violence, of swords
Her voice is a counterpart to the man

She raises her hand to her face
Unable to believe that it belongs to her
The man does the same
but it looks like he’s merely smelling himself

On a distant shore
Two warriors fight
The music they play
Is reflected by the woman’s tempting, haunting contralto
But she is ultimately contemptuous

A warrior falls
The hand grips the sword harder
An arrow flies
As though guided by the woman’s last words
He falls

The concert of the dead is finished.

Inspired by this music video. I’m pretty sure I got the impressions wrong. 😛