Black Swan (for w.r.) 

by Holly Blue                                            

There is a stage 

In your heart where

Dead writers go to play,

You watch their words laugh and sigh

Like they once did

When they were alive,

Untouched by the 

Death and rose oil

Of time's shame;

You know how they feel,

Not dead but still 

Woken up by nightmares

Of missteps and follies,

Of your youth 

Passing by and forgetting 

Your name;

There is a stage

In your life that

You keep in your heart,

A time when you were the only

One noticed in a room;

Whenever you laughed or sighed

It made headlines and

Your beauty untouched,

Eyes legendary 

Giving a million reasons

To believe you'd never fade away

Or go out of your head with a pure craze;

You didn't know that it wouldn't last,

That you would end up in your 

Black gown, a black swan,

Porcelain skin bracing against the wind;

The piercing diamonds in your ears

Where no match for

The downfall.

Broken down now with all 

Of those sacred lines like wings

Surrounding;

Lining your insides with that last grief,

Heart still pounding.

-January 10, 2011