Fluttering wings of a dancers hope
Dangle from the stars of gold;
Twirling from a gossamer rope
Wounded heart no longer so bold.
Beating with an unnatural time
Uneven strokes; and blood does pale
Striking a chord with a lost, lonely rhyme
The wings of fate, try to rall..
Destiny looks for a song of lace
Trying the souls of the dancers feet,
Attempting to echo a lost embrace;
Falling and failing her destruction complete.
What melody did his charms so weave
That bound her spirit with strands?
In a chorus of sorrowing she cleaves..
And binds her as a prisoners hands...
The rhapsody plays so mournful and slow;
Strings and lutes wraps around the rose.
The dirge does cause slumber to grow
And sleep the death-like calm repose.
A shard of light divines to intrude
Upon the silent sleeping sorrowful face;
And there the music entwines the interlude
As he returns for a last embrace....
