Classical

a time of a dream

hear the ivory tears sing us their story
in a symphony of our morning
our wine poured gently in tune
as the moaning of strings ensued

we wear a velvet assortment of green, blue, and reds
consumed in wigs of snow layging firm on our head
rosy in cheeks in splendour were grand
even in the hall where our echo never lands

my concerto for you would dress in notes just as sweet as grapes
hear the singing of an angels voice recently fallen from grace
as the promise of victory beats down hard in rhythm on the drums
i pray that my history will also be as gallant as this one

filled with beauty of an era and clothes of lace
of lustful promises and deviant lies
of this classical age

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

*smiles* this dovetails so beautifully in with my write,, serving as a counterpoint.. wonderful work, periac.. as seems to be your norm

[Seriana]

This is fabulous, P! I love it.
"even in the hall where our echo never lands"
Such truth to our current age relatable through the histories of the classical.
Superbly done. :)