By now I fall a victim to your eyes,
And pavement bound might flowers grow for thee,
Permits with roots that carve concrete disguise.
Permeating breath enclosed in apathy.

A burning fire that night your eyes beheld,
And flames reflect as tears consumed by ash
That builds into the castle which you dwell.
Beginning to end, your choices made rash.

But now a rose be found in bed of stones,
And locus swarm but shed not any tear.
To rest I lay and burn a frame of bones.
A threnody be sung for deaf to hear.

And when you learn to dance in moonlight sky,
All but pirouettes of you are memory