Countess
12-14-2005, 01:01 PM
A GREAT CELEBRATION
It is time for a great celebration!
Inside the grand hall
the illustrious ball is in full-fledged effect,
as eminent ladies dressed in fishnet
bow and pass beneath the alabaster arches.
The noble assembly all coupled en masse
dance and sway to lovelorn serenades
and gay-stride minuets.
Ma Cher,
Ma Cherie,
Where is thy silhouette?
Across the checkered squares
we met, locked in a gaze
of mutual sympathy.
I glanced away and turned back
To find you gone missing.
Oh Ma Cherie,
In black lace and red velvet
Where did you go?
I checked beneath the
Bright bay window
To find you fled
the supercilious ball
the supercilious hallway
of the emotionally dead.
So quietly you lay
Upon the dogwood bed
Perfectly still, that I wondered
When you would rise
Before in horror I realized
What you had willed instead:
a sharp silver blade,
a prickled thorn rose,
and a wound, freshly bled.
It is time for a great celebration!
Inside the grand hall
the illustrious ball is in full-fledged effect,
as eminent ladies dressed in fishnet
bow and pass beneath the alabaster arches.
The noble assembly all coupled en masse
dance and sway to lovelorn serenades
and gay-stride minuets.
Ma Cher,
Ma Cherie,
Where is thy silhouette?
Across the checkered squares
we met, locked in a gaze
of mutual sympathy.
I glanced away and turned back
To find you gone missing.
Oh Ma Cherie,
In black lace and red velvet
Where did you go?
I checked beneath the
Bright bay window
To find you fled
the supercilious ball
the supercilious hallway
of the emotionally dead.
So quietly you lay
Upon the dogwood bed
Perfectly still, that I wondered
When you would rise
Before in horror I realized
What you had willed instead:
a sharp silver blade,
a prickled thorn rose,
and a wound, freshly bled.