Once the ear could only hear, <br />but now it must also see; <br />what of this wretched beauty? <br /> <br />It is there and yet it is not, <br />it is cold and yet it is hot. <br />Is it even there at all? <br /> <br />Sweet dissonance, <br />resounding like the bark <br />of an angry bloodhound.<br /><br />The Queen's Dagger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dissonance-resounds/
