Dancing On Swan Song

A flower blooms beauty in the prime of spring Dances as a lone ballerina in the amorous air Enters many enthralled hearts that surely sing For her to dance to the tune with charming flair. To the surrealistic world of her she takes them Their minds floating mesmerized in ecstatic air Adulation plucks the flower from the drying stem Youth wilts with passing years, she doesn’t care. Time always plays with her life the cruel game She falls from heights of admiration and grace Gnawing apathy, an infliction she couldn’t tame arc light fades as obscurity suffuses to embrace. Flower of her gleaming youth flashes on her face She dances to the flitting rhythm of her swan song Blaze of the last dance makes the stage a fireplace She burns the affliction, proving people wrong. Written : September 24, 2017 May 7, 2020 Contest : Brian's Choice 5, Any Form, Any Theme Sponsor : Brian Strand