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
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