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Captured in Monochrome
A Poem
she is the stuff of silver stardust
as her silhouette dances
across the stage,
and there was never a moment
when she was not the starlet
doomed to break a few hearts
she jumps into the arms
of her prince, a mere mortal,
who will never be enough —
but it is just play and pretend
because this is a role
in a time far removed
she is all magic and wit
with no words to speak —
just music, pure music,
to accompany her every move
made more clandestine
in a wash of grays
she dances and dances and dances —
like a fairy, like a dream,
like a queen, like a revolution —
but she is not for us, oh no,
because she lives in a world
that would not tarnish her
she is unblemished,
unstained by hate,
the princess of the hour
whose steps are a song
in another language
we’ve long forgotten
