The Swan King

The chorus rings softly His desire his dance Towering up high Within magical trance Silky members proceed to flow Across the plane of darkened glow Dimming lights, flashing blades Ballet dancing masquerades Mystery and laughter Rings golden bells Bursting thereafter On which mentors dwells Swirls and twirls from little girls Shimmer costumes fancy pearls Tip toe softly Bouncing high Pirouettes across the sky Fly like a seagull Glide like a swan Close down the curtains The opera has gone