The arena is at full capacity
cheering madly is this ecstatic throng
but the performer in the centre knows
this will be her last lamented song

Tears fill her eyes
she bows and then cries
she will not tell them
that this is her goodbye

She picks up the red roses thrown
sharp thorns pierce her delicate skin
and as her blood trickles slowly down
she lifts up her arms and starts to sing

As her voice echo's around this vast marble venue
silence falls to a voice of clarity and beauty pure
her last wonderful words will bless them within
for this is the first and last of her angelic tours

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


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