*Wherever you look she is there, waiting;
beautiful and cold as she is,
for someone to entertain her.
When the sleepy skies yawn away and
his golden locks take the podium,
he can’t help but notice only her.
He invites to dance, so she lifts her skirts high
and puts her transparent hand in his and
together they dance their crystal waltz.
He might entertain her only for a while,
because she will soon perish from something
magically beautiful to just another puddle.*
But despite knowing this, she does not mind at all.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 5:31 AM UTC
*Wherever you look she is there, waiting;
beautiful and cold as she is,
for someone to entertain her.
When the sleepy skies yawn away and
his golden locks take the podium,
he can’t help but notice only her.
He invites to dance, so she lifts her skirts high
and puts her transparent hand in his and
together they dance their crystal waltz.
He might entertain her only for a while,
because she will soon perish from something
magically beautiful to just another puddle.*
But despite knowing this, she does not mind at all.
