What am I to you?

[Kalfed]

The bare ivory apendages rapped against the, echoing in the barren room, his rotten yellow eye stared forlornly unto the clock, despising it's insesent ticking, it tormenting tocking, with an unneeded sigh, as the reapping hand was lowered under the wooden table and rapped the hand seeminly loosly drapped in grey decayin flesh around a red wood violin, his other hand grasping the bow. The cloth draped arm lifted the beutiful instrument to the boney shoulder, his other arm lifting the bow, revealing a truly naked wrist.

"What am I to you?"
dun DUN dun- his raspy voice in juxtipisition with the angelic sound of the violin,

"A reched beast,
of faith untrue?"
dun DUN dun,

"An abomination!"
A vile screach

"My skiiin my boones,
They clasp for their homes,

My breath untrue,
Vile stench over life renew.

I am a plague upon old world,
A great ufront to what has been told,

My barren feet have walked a great life,
Now run froma world of blame and strife,"

Duuun dun dun dun dun, duun dun dun dun dun,

"My skiiin my bones,
They clasp for a home,

Where my eyes can thrust,
there tears of dust,

Where my soul,
may warm and be free

Sorrow woe,
is all that I know "

He put the violin down and rubbed is rouch, splotchy head, "I cannot cry...yet my soul wheaps."

[Shari'Adune Forestsong]

(Welcome to the site. Not sure it's a description really, as it doesn't give us a very good idea what your character looks like detail wise, but it is a very lovely poem! And I very much enjoyed reading it! I look forward to more from you. )