All
eyes are focused on the lighted stage,
and
none care to look back to see a pair
of
sorrow laden eyes, which are a page
of a
true romance laden with despair.
This
man, once whole, degraded to shadow.
Mere
specks of light is what was once a sun;
A
light of brilliance muffled and stuffed low,
and
love shut down before its time had run.
The
last light source, a blue, with green and gray,
Through
mask of darkness watch'd her perfect art.
No
form of expression can match the way
The
dance he sees can tear apart his heart
Though
when the dance is over, back he goes;
back
to the dark place which no other knows.
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