The Black Swan enchants the funeral march
Dancing on a mirror
I stand and watch from the mire
She is elegance and grace
The White Swan dispels the misery
With arrogance dire
He spreads his wings
And unfurls his lies
He speaks of heaven and paradise
Whilst black feathers condemned
To brimstone and hellfire
For death is evil
But the Black Swan
She dances on
The natural course of life
Is unto death, after all
I step onto the lake
Sinking into the aching feelings
With mud and water at my ankles
I stare out into the abyss
The swans dance
Like ballerinas
Eternal
And I break the mirror
Clean, pristine and without error
The still water breaks
Ripples and ripples
Natural discordance in the halcylon realm
I turn my back
On the funeral march
The dreary procession
Ignoring black wings
I turn myself
Onto the dancer before me
She smiles, serene,
And offers condolences
The Black Swan
And the White Swan
Continue their dance
And I continue my staring
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
The Black Swan enchants the funeral march
Dancing on a mirror
I stand and watch from the mire
She is elegance and grace
The White Swan dispels the misery
With arrogance dire
He spreads his wings
And unfurls his lies
He speaks of heaven and paradise
Whilst black feathers condemned
To brimstone and hellfire
For death is evil
But the Black Swan
She dances on
The natural course of life
Is unto death, after all
I step onto the lake
Sinking into the aching feelings
With mud and water at my ankles
I stare out into the abyss
The swans dance
Like ballerinas
Eternal
And I break the mirror
Clean, pristine and without error
The still water breaks
Ripples and ripples
Natural discordance in the halcylon realm
I turn my back
On the funeral march
The dreary procession
Ignoring black wings
I turn myself
Onto the dancer before me
She smiles, serene,
And offers condolences
The Black Swan
And the White Swan
Continue their dance
And I continue my staring
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