Dark as black velvet the night must fall
a smoky odor hangs in the hall
the last sweet puffs from his small pipe
as the gateman bides all good night.
As the dance must end this night
Wrinkled brow shows in shadowed light
the plans laid down for the next night fight
Sir Knight bows low to his delight
and lighty kisses her small tight hand
while across the threshold they both stand
A shy smile offered, a coy relpy
a good night -My Knight,
I am the Dragon Fly.
And by night the two do part
her heart beats true in the night
a lite romance, a sweet dance
on separate paths
there is the chance they will
again meet for the dance
and capture the heart of true romance.
bentfeather
02.24.05