valse des monstres
wound--
the music box
begins to chime
its ancient haunt
stirring from forgotten sleep
shadow puppets
asway on strings
and she the Queen of them
Keeps court
behind a smile
wan and all sorrow
that when he sings for her
pallid darkness
flickers a warmth
hush, the motley whirl
hush--
and to his voice
join in dance
and so they dance
she the Queen
masked plastic
ever the same, ever the smile
daemons and ghouls--
creatures of pale
look covetously to their Queen
when he asks of her
art thou true
lady, tell me
is it thee I have sought
he does not know
that she longs, though she knows
that when she speaks
not a word will slip
through painted tiers
silence for his song,
he turns and walks away
too soon too late
for her
Queen and captive
of her shadows
quick to overwhelm
On and on
the sleeper's waltz
with a Queen to keep court
behind a smile
wan and all sorrow
11.18.02 - 12:24 a.m.