Danse macabre
Born today, perfect with gleam,
polished and sleek;
poured out a shape of dream,
poised for the waiting peak.
Pain stays sealed
beneath the shield.
Then a break-
the crack revealed.
Broken glass veils the field.
The dance begins,
a spinning wheel,
a secret concealed.
Shimmering shivers
sharp as steel,
leave small wounds
in the stream.
Traces of love,
stitch a seam-
to hide the cuts,
to stay unseen.
The dance goes on.
The dancers are drawn
toward the dawn
where time is gone.
Shattered glass
returns to sand
as the dance comes
to its end.
Sleeping in eternity
veiled in soft melodies
the sand is waiting silently
for its pour to break tranquility.
© Gräfin Graphem
Born today, perfect with gleam,
polished and sleek;
poured out a shape of dream,
poised for the waiting peak.
Pain stays sealed
beneath the shield.
Then a break-
the crack revealed.
Broken glass veils the field.
The dance begins,
a spinning wheel,
a secret concealed.
Shimmering shivers
sharp as steel,
leave small wounds
in the stream.
Traces of love,
stitch a seam-
to hide the cuts,
to stay unseen.
The dance goes on.
The dancers are drawn
toward the dawn
where time is gone.
Shattered glass
returns to sand
as the dance comes
to its end.
Sleeping in eternity
veiled in soft melodies
the sand is waiting silently
for its pour to break tranquility.
© Gräfin Graphem
