The chorus rings softly <br />His desire his dance <br />Towering up high <br />Within magical trance <br />Silky members proceed to flow <br />Across the plane of darkened glow <br />Dimming lights, flashing blades <br />Ballet dancing masquerades <br />Mystery and laughter <br />Rings golden bells <br />Bursting thereafter <br />On which mentors dwells <br />Swirls and twirls from little girls <br />Shimmer costumes fancy pearls <br />Tip toe softly <br />Bouncing high <br />Pirouettes across the sky <br />Fly like a seagull <br />Glide like a swan <br />Close down the curtains <br />The opera has gone<br /><br />Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-swan-king/
