Originally Posted by Trollheart

Song 1

The sounds of percussion come to my ears as darkness falls, repeating
However the only sound she is aware of is soft talking
She arrives after midnight, flying in, the light of Earth's only satellite scintillating off the metal pinions of her transport and leading me in the direction of rescue
While travelling to my desination I detained an aged fellow
With some expectation of speech not remembered, perhaps music from a time long past
He faced me in such a way that I felt certain he was remarking
That I should hurry, as my attendance upon her was anticipated.