She Dances
She dances
For a world running out of chances
Embrace the spotlight
Even if temporary we must fight
No longer content to chase echoes
When our skin changes like that of geckoes
The longer her eyes roll back
The world has less slack
If a dream can dream
Radiance may cast a solitary beam
When the cacophony fades
Our necks are held against the blades
Know this we must notice
If we're to blossom a blue lotus
Constraint through restraint
The chains leave her feeling faint
For her existence is ephemeral
But only if we reconcile her moral
Only when we trade iron prisons for green
Can true transcendence be seen
When green paper is worth less than life
Life may endure with less strife
And with tears in my eyes
I would like nothing more than to burn the lies
As she stands a mere breath
From a lonely death
Observed by an impassive population
That cheers our incoming desolation
Apocalypse is to kiss her lips
Beneath the burning eclipse
She dances
For a world running out of chances
When the clock strikes midnight
We say good night
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