Underneath nighttime shade
pale pearls glisten on necks,
and cling to delicate perspiration.
Beautiful ornaments glow
under the waning moon,
crowns covered in a crust of jewels.
Tired bodies shift in unison,
turns made to forgotten beats.
Mystery of northern skies.
The young skip down old paths,
years turn into seconds,
seen through a spyglass.
Doom viewed in the east,
night dips past the horizon,
quiet pushed under the earth.
The dance never halts,
spins under scorching sun,
over lands of barren ice.
Queenly figures twirl
in forgotten waltzes.
Brambles rip sore feet,
the last dances danced,
the finale of life.
Gold trophy winner
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