Her Curtain Falls


The curtains fall, their breaths' are hushed

She enters the stage, cheeks a'flushed


She's captured the moment, they are rapt attent

On the edge of their seats, even Lord Gent


Her gown billows, waves upon fabric

Her feet are lively, enthralled; a maverick


She follows no rhyme, no rhythm, no reason

A dance of its own, a crime, a treason


The crowd all stands, shirttals in tow

the applause overwhelming, ending the show


She takes her last bow, showered in petals and tears

She closes her eyes, whispers goodbye to her peers


She swirls off the stage, her final hurrah

Too soon forgotten, Her fatal flaw





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