The only star
Flickering in the cloud filled night,
You dance to the silent music of the winds and darkness,
Gently undulating to the rhythm
On the midnight stage.
The element of elegance,
Passion,
And rage.
A petite sample of the fires of Hades,
Tiny in stature,
But having the means to transform all that I know
Into a crimson holocaust,
From a gust of wind
You may tremble,
Stumbling across stage,
Quick to recover and dance as if nothing had transpired,
You draw me in,
Like all who gaze upon you
Drawn forth in a trance,
You let me see myself,
And when your warmth touches my cold frigid hands,
Its like Im back
The only star
Flickering in the cloud filled night,
You dance to the silent music of the winds and darkness,
Gently undulating to the rhythm
On the midnight stage.
The element of elegance,
Passion,
And rage.
A petite sample of the fires of Hades,
Tiny in stature,
But having the means to transform all that I know
Into a crimson holocaust,
From a gust of wind
You may tremble,
Stumbling across stage,
Quick to recover and dance as if nothing had transpired,
You draw me in,
Like all who gaze upon you
Drawn forth in a trance,
You let me see myself,
And when your warmth touches my cold frigid hands,
Its like Im back