![]() Midnight WaltzA Poem by Cobblestone Traveler![]() Selective hearing of the heart.![]() Dressed to the nines, quite refined Dancing with the queen of the land But all the while you disregard Her translucent face and hands In fact, all is tinged with distortion A young nightmare's garbled sigh And yet, the wild hopeful heart Chooses to omit and deny Suddenly, from the symphony erupts A dissonant chord, sickly stricken The ballroom dims; faces fade And the cellists' bows quicken A molten devastation Creeps through crimson walls Yet your countenance stays soft As you glide through the halls The tapestries burst into flames Smoke permeates, heavy and hot Despite exponential eradication Your grace and rhythm suffers not Surely you cannot deny You know the fate of this place For you dance through the night While the flames lick your face
© 2016 Cobblestone TravelerAuthor's Note
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