By, J. Lynn Dickson
Can you tell me, love
When the music died
~Limp harmony embraced by tuneless melody~
At our masquerade?
Sweeping in,
Phantom caped in mystery, danger…love
With no opera left to sing
We danced the tango around the truth
We waltzed, my limbs, my heart
On your strings
Oh, master puppeteer you wore your mask so well!
Perfectly painted porcelain lies
Perched on pink lemonade lips
Be careful, don’t let them fall!
How easily they shatter…
Crazy marionette, I believed
Grasping shards of dreams in bloodied fists
Crystal streaks of sorrow trace my cheek
As I gasp for breath,
Gasping your name
As the curtain closes on your farewell bow
Phantom, sweeping out.
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