The Last Dance
'Twas the eve of the day to follow
My body tense,my soul hollow.
I embraced the night like it was a friend
Knew i would remain here till the bitter end.
Dark and cold in this mysterious place
Had i really fallen from Grace?
Standing before the mirror peering at the face i had become
Fearful of nothing for where could i run.
At my feet lay my broken wings
Now shattered but reminiscent of wonderful things.
Would Forgiveness shine on my withered past?
My stride only to stumble on splintered glass.
Would Mercy bless me with a second chance
'Twas the eve before my last dance.
Copyright © Lisa Stojanovic | Year Posted 2010
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