• Faded light, blossoming flowers

    A midnight breeze flies into the lifeless room of porcelain dolls that shine like the midnights glare of sorrow

    Glimmering in the eyes of night

    The mother of darkness

    Red luscious lips glistening behind the shattered window

    Rose petals dance in tempest winds across the dead doll

    Dainty fingers touch the delicate leaf as it brushes by the painted ceramic masterpiece

    Glass tears sweep down in a rivulet wiping away the crimson blush

    A life wanted

    A life wasted

    Labels imprinted upon a soul that never existed

    Pointless strains to come into existence during this midnight hour

    Never ending senseless attempts dramas into a motionless masquerade

    One guest

    One doll

    Imaginative dancing sweeps side to side in a dauntless replication of a human endeavor

    Angst at failure and bliss at silence

    The winds dance in return

    One doll

    Two Guests

    The two dance in harmony with motion and tranquility

    Grace with rashness

    The blossoms rush into the silhouette of the shattered window into the silent domain

    One doll

    Three Guests

    The porcelain is alone no longer

    A smile is strewn across her face replacing the deathly frown

    The wind escorts the beautiful glass doll; Idling on the right

    The dancing petals accompanies her as well; Idling on the left

    The tendons within utilize their hidden ability

    The sleek girl grasps a petal within her crystal gloves

    The three-person ball is panning out magnificently

    Pale light shines across the cobwebbed cubicle

    Yet another guest

    One doll

    Four Guests

    The midnight glory slowly dances down as his life companion waltzes up

    The doll’s fingers cease to obey her frantic command to move

    The wind bores and leaves the presence of the frenzied Porcelain

    One doll

    Two guests

    A plea to the petals beg of mercy for her repeated failures

    Rejection knows no master

    The petals are destroyed among the blazing light of the Moon’s love choice

    One Doll

    One guest

    The masquerade’s midnight is dawning upon the noon

    The ceramic child

    The different child

    She exceeds the normal calling of the usual Porcelain Doll

    Her dress glimmers in the sunlight as well as the dew

    A deep breath

    The wind pushes her to her family

    The still and the dead

    She follows their example

    Maybe she was not meant to taste the fresh salt air of freedom

    Or the graceful night love of life

    A tear is visible while the door creaks

    Her life is taken when the clock struck noon

    The doors open

    A shopkeeper waltzes in

    He has no idea how lucky he is.