The song played,
distant in the eerie silence of the night.
It resonated in the walls of the hall
‘The music of melancholy’.
Emerged, the damsels, dancing in its hypnotic tune
swiftly, graciously floating in the blades of the wind.
Their toes only landing soft on the floor almost as feathers
Their skin glowed of selestial beauty
Their lips, filled with charisma
Their eyes, however.. mourned with compassion,
drowned in perpetual grief.
still so elegantly fell off their veneer..
Applauses and praises drummed thunderously,
words of angels, the roars of the beasts.
In the blanket of the darkness, then, broke the shrill cries of
teethered souls..shreds of shattered dreams.
‘in the melody of melancholy’
the hearts of damsels with hideous scars
carved painfully by long forgiven sins.