This picture links to a song from Metallica called The Call of Cthulu. It is a song that straddles the line between the inexplicably divided genres of metal and synthonic poetry. Both genres show a strong individuality combined with a drive to depict something outside of its self, such as events from fairy tales or superstitions. This song is perhaps the best way to musically portray the desolation of permanent loss, which this poem is about.
Where he walks there was light and joy,
Now ice beneath his feet.
The spacious purity of the snow-dressed landscape.
The damage it leaves:
Where the ice has finally melted
Still, nothing can live.
The spacious harmonies of a widow’s cries.
I’ve seen Death on the horizon:
A silent intrusion from a foreign world.
Tuigen's Wall 