The Tunesmith (Complete)

I: The Masters Masters of the future's past, perceivable to whom they want In rekindled memory, return to with predictions haunt From their retroactive glimpse of any interesting soul They just met in decades hence, the background stretched to countries whole Blazing with the autumn colours, carefree dreams of cheerful play Crumble from the gravity of prophecies they have to say Thrusting in the blameless face of childhood naivety Challenges that lie ahead in full adult complexity Children so encountered want to trust the neighbour as a friend Even when they're bluntly told that he will give cause to defend Though a flashy music show might thrill a youngster as his fate Being hailed a poet would be classed as something that could wait Long and hard would be the struggle nobody would want to get Means afforded by technology to be developed yet Halos and high spirits may await as final destinies Following the horrors that would bring an army to its knees Psychic knowledge of the masters on the slimmest odds astound They whose impact on the timeline promise to be most profound One would need assistance with the will to persevere alone Through a heavy gauntlet of derision on him wrongly thrown Labeled a composer when he'd not begun a note to learn Vigilance against detractors would become his first concern Basking in the company of beings by his peers unknown As the daunting details of approaching strife were to him shown Clement drifted from the message to a more amusing game As he heard a true account of hurdles on his way to fame Bracing for the struggle would begin before his foes were born To be fortified enough to see eroding years outworn Having made him buckle to the imminence of his delay At the hands of malefactors in his future faraway They departed, promising to come back on the crisis' eve Wispy recollections that might only have been make-believe II: The Crew Rupturing the calmness of a residential avenue Raucous were the voices of the dubious production crew Found in institutions and for cheap and unskilled labour picked Glasses raised to toast the damage they'd be able to inflict Concentrated misfits were they, with their own the most secure In the spotlight's shadow but susceptible to its allure Bandying a flimflam or a better name that they could steal Centred on the height of the superiority they feel Occupying posts within a thick of unassuming strays Long had they escaped detection, presence lost within a haze Takers of the toxin that they poured in what they had to tell From the spin of pure deceit received a whopping dizzy spell Sprung from stark confinement by the sympathetic hand of hate And with sly accomplices allowed once more to congregate Trouble was assured by the renewal of their shallow leer As their weary victims braced for more assaults along the rear Herschel's raging hormones held him in a state of sorry need On the panic of the young and innocent he had to feed Banished from the playgrounds for behaviour deemed distinctly lewd He succumbed to laughter that allowed his wet tongue to protrude Benedict was more aloof, his sabotage precisely planned To produce the widest devastation that the act could land Drugs that helped him shore up his hallucinations of the self Had to be extracted from the disinfectants on the shelf Being with the Blister sisters, Thelma-Lu and Rosa-Li Often proved the ladies' charm to have been better off to flee As they lent their shapely bodies for amusement or as bait Teeming with desire to illicitly incarcerate Woe to the outsider who'd become the focus of their field With the drops of his own blood, his ruin would be signed and sealed Like a nest of vipers were they to the stranger on the street Who a long expected fate by their fault was about to meet III: The Pact Once presented evidence for life in reaches hidden yet Such as Clement's interaction with the beings he had met Cumbersome becomes the mantle of the normal waking trance Whose rejection drew to him the hateful ones' unwelcome glance His sincere expressions of dissatisfaction and disdain Resonated with the public as the news could not explain His demand for room to travel on an independent road Caused the panel to unravel by the strong support it showed Since his efforts brought to light the oversights of industry Well advanced professionals opposed him with ferocity On malicious missions did they as a compact team embark Leaning on the cheating angle topped by the malign remark His acoustic option by the finger held upon the string Framed in thoughtful passages his voice was suited well to sing Left them no resort but to diffuse the impact of his tune Drowning it in fuzzy tributes to a mellow afternoon By the bending broadcast signals singling him sorely out He was seen as easy for the bad to use to score a rout Eagerly they fell upon him, keeping to his open back Counting up the moments he was vulnerable to attack Word then passed down through the channels tantalizingly discreet With the tunesmith's bloody slaughter, history would be complete Undertakers visited to measure him to fit his hole And to pay their honours to his soon to be departed soul Invitations such as that with which they had directly plied To attend his fan club with the Blister sisters at his side Were considered by the crew intensely irresistible Though his warm reception would be rather more combustible Clement was distracted by a vision of internal bliss Scheduled for demolition, his appointment he would miss Curses of the disappointed echoed faintly to the fore When they saw the house go off and miss him by the house next door IV: The Event Past imaginary borders, too remote a way to wend Masters gathered at a table topped with joys from end to end Led by those who'd flown through elevated doors of mystery To impart the knowledge that their explorations let them see Pleasing were conditions in the wondrous plane they occupied They were able to make their surroundings to their will abide Sparkling with witty humour, drawn from standouts of the age Summoned to a meeting to agree upon a common page From a clear projection they had special access to observe If the tunesmith perished it would cause a catastrophic curve His survival of the plot to cease his actuality Vitally impacted the unfolding of reality With their presence to assure him, though alone a host he faced He withstood an onslaught for the harmless calling he embraced By his birthday's celebration in their gratifying zone They paid homage to achievements visible to them alone As his critics scrutinized him, his own sight was inward bent To a flowing fountainhead of music his attention went In the time it took them to unite behind a one word chant He'd surpassed his former by the volume of a power plant In a spurt of inspiration, he set out to write a score And let his awakened spirit to the highest places soar To accept his expiration, although some had been misled His selection promised he would stay at least a tune ahead From the same location where his benefactors hailed his name He pulled out an anthem that a generation's heart would claim One that shared the sparkle of a rendezvous with the sublime Whose appeal would live outside the tight constriction of his time At the job for taxing lengths, his consciousness began to tire Drifting to a happy dream with pretty angels from the choir To his timeless witnesses, his honest effort justified The obscure event to as a turning point be classified V: The Rumour Thelma Lu in uniform appeared the true professional Herschel thought the cover of a doctor was exceptional Rosa Li pretended to be waiting with her dainty niece To complete the aimed for picture, in walked the remaining piece Evil foes had changed approach around his catchy melody Now they sought to drain him and let loss advance his tragedy Clement's revelation as a profitable choice would pass Furnishing the tonic they could use to drug the muddled mass Rumour of a standing offer for the claimant of the song To be signed in author's ichor altered shady plans along Urgent were the pleas for his profuse donation to their drive As an untapped resource he'd reluctantly been left alive Checking corners for a cop, the operation's mastermind Thought the name of Benedict would fit upon the contract signed Each of the conspiring would have a portion of the take After to a cushion's fate they'd senselessly their mark forsake Suspect was their walk-in clinic underneath a circus tent Where in line behind the sister, for amusement, Clement went Presently the doctor came out to confer with Rosa Li For her niece's physical he happily would waive the fee This was flat rejected with a shudder and a squeezing squirm But his medical opinion on the matter would be firm Clutching for the patient to attempt to yank her from her seat He would be repelled by shoves that knocked him sorely off his feet She who'd smiled at the counter rose to try to get between Service was unlikely as to crashing chaos plunged the scene Then from outside came a voice to whose attention they all paid Whining sirens grew behind the rabid cry to flee the raid Straight towards the closest exits was their panic stricken rush Leaving the objective puzzled by the dead ensuing hush Following the fire engine's passing to an outward call He concluded he would have to keep his ichor after all VI: The Link Prominent musicians from the bygone age through speakers rang Not long after Clement had his last among the living sang His outstanding ditty on domestic currents reaching out Sparked a shy researcher to perceive a cure for famine's drought Visions of a garden sprouting in the most foreboding dune Came to full fruition in a compound gathered on a spoon Packed with nourishment enough to cover ranges with a drop And provoke the barren regions to produce a bumper crop To make sure the harvest ripened, serenaded was its bloom By the echo from the past that beckoned to him from his room And the generations rescued from a long and dreary queue Would as monumental work its chirping measures come to view His support was solid from the ones who handled fortune's reins To secure his inspiration, they had taken lengthy pains Fastening to past composer by their time defying stream When he'd also sensed a presence he'd mistaken as a dream Such dependence on his music from a genius not yet born Found its way to Clement's sphere and kept him to his duty sworn Though existence as a tunesmith could not have been made more bleak Shafted by a hateful business just to be condemned as weak One time when he'd made his mind up, caving in against his grief After from the brutal masses, too long he'd had no relief With their lying TV's insults drilling through his tired brain He deemed suicide the only action that was worth his strain In a rush to meet his Maker and his life of horrors lose He strung up a noose of laces taken from his worn out shoes But it broke so fast that it declined to cause him injury Even of a bruise around the neck to use for sympathy The benevolent observers witnessing the private show Had not made the slightest effort to alleviate his woe With their knowledge of his future, they knew when he'd need their aid And of threats to cease the meantime, they were firmly unafraid VII: The Offer Blessings of the business as conferred by a recording deal While designed for artists, to their adversaries more appeal Abstract peaks elude the lowly social climbing animal Driven strictly by the treasures fully apprehensible Clement spent his lifetime in the shelter of his heart's domain Having been precluded from achieving monetary gain Soon as he produced a song to compensate for years erased All the crew could think was how his riches on him went to waste Heading into middle age to face a future sadly trim He sought legal help so he'd hold onto what belonged to him As his good work's author he had suffered to be disavowed Which in the hereafter would be adamantly disallowed One agreed to help him out as soon as he could pay the bill With donated scraps, for months, would he his belly have to fill And endure the put-downs of the TV watchers' poisoned thought In accordance with the greedy corporation's hateful plot Aspirations of the crew to of his glory steal a piece Culminated in their final blow against the author's peace This time dressed as millionaires in thrift store threads absurdly loud Borrowing an undertaker's vehicle to travel proud They pulled up along his block, discreetly in the dead of night In a scanty negligee their Rosa Li was a delight She sent throaty invitations up to buy his famous tune As her fake employer promised to bestow him with the moon They described the paradise that they had come to take him to Where adoring fans were waiting to his idle bidding do Food was in abundance and the prestige of a chauffeured car Lavish was the gratitude incumbent to a major star From his outdoor resting place, a derelict that they ignored Rose to give himself as the recipient of their reward Greeting them with open arms, their exit left him ill behooved Clement by his body's call had from his station been removed VIII: The Deal Justice came to the composer through his barrister's resource Which afforded him a deal infusing him with crushing force Now the liars who'd opposed him scattered like a frightened herd With the crowds they'd withheld from him hanging on his slightest word His move to secure a hold on his prolific legacy Boded adverse impacts on the future of the industry Threatening to leave behind a glut of hits unrecognized To discourage talent by the infamy immortalized To restore the credibility of virtue's broadcast claims Clement was by businessmen allowed his fortune and his fame They would soon discover he was never really out to hurt And enjoyed a boost in profits from his next creative spurt Stupid stars objected, saying that he owed them for their hate But behind his talent, their proud treachery had fallen late He would make an effort to reserve the stage for honest gain So the people could believe in their performers once again With a pen stroke he became the crew's new undisputed boss It was undetermined if their help would be a gain or loss They had thought for sure he'd want to see them punished and to gloat But he would be too distracted by the music that he wrote Now the channels were in place to pass his inspiration down Of the voices to recall him, none would question his renown And the tune on which the urgent needs of his descendants set Was his contract's obligation: one that he'd get round to yet He'd devote himself completely to his glittering career And among the women there was one that he would call his dear With the money from his profits, he retired to an isle Taking his young family to live with him in rustic style When the masters came to take him, having lived his purpose whole They made sure in the hereafter he still had an active role As a champion of justice, talent's honour to defend And a model for the broken whose poor hearts would surely mend
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