River Sofia
Swan Song Dance
A flower blooms beauty in the prime of spring
Dances as a dainty ballerina in the amorous air
Enters many enthralled hearts that solely sing
For her to dance to their tune with luring flair.
To her sensuous surrealist world she takes them
Their minds floating mesmerized in ecstatic air
Adulation plucks the flower from the drying stem
Youth wilts with passing years, she does not care.
Time plays with her lonely life the unkind game
She falls from the heights of admiration and grace
Gnawing apathy, an infliction she could not tame
Arc light fades as obscurity pervades to embrace.
Flower of her gleaming youth flashes on her face
She dances to the flitting rhythm of her swan song
Blaze of the last dance makes the stage a fireplace
She burns the affliction that agonized her for so long.
