She walked from the audience with a glow,
looking to show, how far she's willing to go
A volunteer, or gift from God- I don't know
she's a twist of photography in my slideshow.
The curtains rise as children’s eyes glide,
across the stage, a damsel in pearl white.
Pure with age, black lipstick or night sky?
Not afraid of falling or risking her life.
Only this time. . .
her angelic guide must have been away
one swing of my blade; sacrifice was made
couldn't believe the mistake, I have played.
If only it was my life we had to vacate!
But somebody once said. . .
the show must go on, take right from wrong
lift your burdens child for you are strong,
this is the magician's circle, failure has gone
there is only one last dance and song.
Now for the main event. . .
tears stumble down the crowd's humble awes
perfection shall cross my somewhat lost flaws,
it's time to watch the millions of dropped jaws.
As I resurrect the beauty that I once lost!
She walked from the audience with a glow,
looking to show, how far she's willing to go
A volunteer, or gift from God- I don't know
she's a twist of photography in my slideshow.