There was a girl who sang of roses red and wine,
and warmth of lights that never
went out.
Darkness displeasing and feet unwilling,
she would not move her hands.
From the fire they enclosed.
Her eyes created oceans red
from lips the words danced,
a melody unknown.
Trust me take a sip,
and help me drink the ocean
dry,
and fly upon the light of day
beyond the stars
beyond
the parchment skin, within the sky.
A blossom in her hair
hung high,
and colour
in the world,
was nigh.