Daemon Chorea

I love flowers, and have used them here to mark the passage of time. Hyacinths are spring flowers, roses generally live until late autumn/early winter, daffodils bloom in early spring.

They dance, spinning 'round the room.
Hyacinths in bloom.
 
The roses start to die.
Was it just a lie?
 
The daffodils grow.
When he'll return, she doesn't know.
 
Waves break on the shore,
The garden shall live no more.
 
She has killed him, he lies dead.
Dead?
No -It was all in her head.
 
Isn't it sad?
The lady was mad.
 
She lives in an imaginary world.