She was dancing sporadically in the rain.
And her name,
It was beauty, it was triumph, it was glory,
It was pain.
Her name was the still beating hearts that were syncopated by the souls that burned like a thousand flames.
Her name was music, her name was tragedy,
Her name became the core of my sanity.
Her name was the rhythmical footsteps as she danced without a beat,
Her name, my god, her name could lift you from your seat.
Her name was majestic, it was deliverance,
It was the epitome of being heaven sent.
She was an angel she was the demons,
She was everything inbetween them,
Her name was the first and the last breath of every human.
Her name was the war and it was peace,
Her name could turn men into beasts.
I couldn't help myself when watched her fade from this domain, as she went off to board the train,
But when it mattered the most, to my disdain,
I never had a chance to ask her, what was her name?