The hall was dark
and the young lady beautiful.

On her tears,
on her angst,
she was in all formality’s-
dead to the world

but no matter how ugly
the hopeless tears,
or how desolate
the hall she walked-
        her life shone bright
kindling in the souls
of shallow men
of thinkers -
       a fire that could not be extinguished
       a fire that fed off oxygen-
and love.

While they pursued
the beauty who walked
the dark
       their fire lit a path-
       showed her a way
one that no other lover could-
revealed a flower that could grow
even in the absence of feeling.