Beyond The Darkest Dance

You were number five in forty-eight But surely you’re one in a million. Warmest eyes entice duelling incisors. Wow! Maybe it’s one in a billion. I should’ve been scared for my life that night, As Cerulean fractured Vermilion. But you were there with a hand I’d never held And Bravery that wouldn’t be felled. Revelling in a scent you’d never smelled; Incense for reverence outside The Pavilion. I’d do it all again, you know? Melt the Snow and steal the show, To be there with you, toe to toe, Beyond the darkest dance at the brightest cotillion.

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