Melancholy Dance

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Her Intricate heart was displayed in the dark

A pirouette made of ice held by hands of fire

She liquefied with every rotation

Smoke writhing around fixed spirals

Her skin shimmered to dust

Her words becoming ashes in her mouth

With bloodshot surges and a singed voice

Her dance was a scourge on the hardwood floor

Her body was the song and her grace was the rhythm

Her cadence slurred colors along the burning walls

Colors of silver and frost wrought against sillhouettes

He was a mechanical statue, inert in the room

A paralyzed stare in the inferno flood

Her sashays were scorched

Her feet became charred

She pleaded to him with vigorous twirls

Scars crackling along her glaciated skin

Melted motion became tides of shards

And She splintered with every ignition of sound

Every melody ricocheted her freeze to an ocean

A deluge of tears and passion

She cried downpours for his animated breath

Yet she had frozen his warmth to a standstill

And slowly she began to falling to pieces

~ Kes


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